Our daughter Valerie flew into Midland this past weekend for one of those legendary GCR showers. Donna McGraw and her incredible team of long-time friends were joined by dozens of ladies from the Golf Course Road Church to throw an unimaginably over-the-top shower for the mother of my two grandsons. It was extravagant, by any measure.

Of course, when you’re expecting twins, the shower has to be a little bigger because you need two of everything–two cribs, two car seats, two high chairs, two teething rings, two spoons, two Dallas Stars onesies, two strollers, or at least a two-seater. But this shower was almost too much. Of course, we knew it would be. Our church family at GCR has been so kind and loving and generous to my family since the day we arrived in Midland. They don’t even know Valerie; she was married and living in Tulsa before we moved here; she’s only been to GCR like three times. But they love people and they love us and they go overboard in lavishing on us their affection. And giraffes. And little tiny bathrobes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you to Donna and all the hosts and everybody who showered such blessings on our daughter and her family. We are very blessed by God to belong to this special congregation of his people.

I’ve never completely understood the obsession a lot of people have over their grandchildren. But I’m starting to. I find that we are talking about these little boys all the time. I’m thinking about them more and more. I’m constantly praying to God about these two guys. I can’t wait to meet these boys. They’re due in July, they’re living all the way up in Tulsa, and I’m trying to figure out how I could retire in June!

It’s not going to work. Not for several more Junes.

It was wonderful to have all three daughters under the same roof for a couple of days and nights. It was fabulous–all the food, all the laughing, all the stories and inside jokes, all the sarcasm, all the hugs, all of it. But, I must admit, it didn’t feel complete. It didn’t feel whole. David and Collin, the two sons-in-law, weren’t here and it felt strangely incomplete without them. They’re such a part of our family now that it doesn’t feel complete unless they’re here, too.

Please don’t tell them I said that.

Peace,

Allan