I have been a father now for over ten years, and it never gets old. If you ask me, being a dad is one of the greatest blessings that God can ever bestow on a man.

I have sixty incredible children, and they have managed to take away ths sting of losing my three (birth) children. If it were not for God and His desire to give us children nobody else wanted, I'd have given up hope of ever becoming a father long ago.

O, I still miss our three birth children; whenever we go to their graves (they are buried in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana), we visit with them, talk to them, ask how life is up there in Heaven. O, I imagine they are having the time of their lives, spending time with Jesus and Father God, entertaining all the angels, just running around, being...kids.

It is a nice thought; nevertheless, the pain is still with me. I guess it always will be, particularly on their birthdays or holidays like Christmas, the Fourth of July, Hallowe'en, and Thanksgiving.

I look at the pictures of Pierre, Jakob, and L'Acadia, and tears still fill my eyes, and I still get a pain in my heart. I guess I will always miss them. God gave them to us for a while; He had His reasons for taking them home when they were so young, but while we don't know why yet, the answer will be revealed to us when Christ returns. He knew what He was doing when He called our little ones to be with Him in Glory.

Had they lived today, we would have sixty-three kids, not sixty, and they would have been in their mid-to-late teens. They would be enjoying their last years in school, learning to drive a car, dating (they wouldn't have done that  until they were sixteen; we don't allow our kids to date until they turn sixteen; it's a family rule), looking forward to their graduations. Yet they are little: they will always be little. L'Acadia and Pierre will always remain infants while Aron will always be four years old, a little boy. It seems incredible to think about, but that's how God operates. In Heaven, people don't age, or if they do, they will live forever.

They will also be able to have kids. I mean, look at some of the women in the Bible: Hannah, Sarah, others: they were old, but God gave them children, they birthed, nurtured, and raised them, and they never had any health problems. (Or none that we knew of; if they did, it really wasn't mentioned much in the Word. :) )

I can't imagine fathering a child at the age of ninety. That is unthinkable! LOL If my wife got pregnant at ninety, I don't know WHAT I would do! LOL (Call in the National Guard, call the tabloids!! LOL)

THAT would be world-class news, that is for certain!! LOL

If my wife became pregnant now, after adopting sixty children, I'd might as well hang it all up.

I wouldn't put it past her. Louie has a way of surprising me when I least expects it...

Like this morning, for instance. She woke up with an upset tummy; she has been runnin' to and from the bathroom. She's also missed her monthly; she was due last week, but hasn't had anything. Either she's a.) going through "The Change" early, or else, b.) she's (Heaven forbid!!) pregnant.

Personally, I hope it's the former. I don't think I could handle my wife being pregnant, not after taking in sixty kids!

Yikes!

I am doing better: each day I hurt less, still wearing the back brace, but that will soon be history (I hope). I'll be so glad to get out of that thing: it's bulky, it's cumbersome, and it's. unGODly. uncomfortable!! It's more like a mideival torture device instead of a back brace! Whoever invented back braces ought to have been SHOT! LOL

Doc is pleased at how I'm progressing from my back surgery; in fact, he may take off the back brace sooner than expected. More evidence of God's goodness to me and my life. :) I am so blessed! :)

I managed to make Louie cry on Sunday. I gave her the diamond earrings, and she started with the waterworks right away. She has always been emotional, has always cried at the drop of a hat. That's what makes me love her; she's not afraid to show her weaker, vulnerable side, and yet she is one of the strongest women I know.

Louie has to be with all the things she's had to put up in her life. She hasn't had an easy life, and since she's not even four-foot-eight inches tall, she's had to struggle more than a lot of people. She's really tiny (especially in height). With my big, hulking nearly seven foot frame standing next to this diminutive Cajun woman, we look more like Mutt and Jeff! LOL

Let's just say on Sunday we spoiled Louie rotten to the core. We took her out after church, and we celebrated not only her being a mom, but Mother of the Year. Our church gave a special mom the honor of being Mother of the Year, and that mom got gift certificates from local merchants and eating establishments as well as a trophy and flowers. Of course,  you can imagine how Louie reacted.

She cried.

So did a lot of the congregation, including yours truly. If there ever was a person deserving of the title Mother of the Year, they certainly will find it in Louisiana Sandusky! She's one of the best moms I know--and I am her HUSBAND. I am not even one of her kids! LOL

Well, Louie is going to be heading off to work, so I guess I will let this go. Maybe she's gotten over the dry heaves. Let's hope so. She still looks a little green; maybe her bosses will see that and send her home. That way, I can take care of her until she feels better. Take care and God bless  you mightily as much as He has blessed me!

~Bill.