Thursday, February 18, 2010

You never forget your first

With fostering, the firsts have a tendancy to hit you fast ... and hard.  I just thought I'd share a few of Topher's with everyone:

The first time he responded to "I love you" ... that would be 2/3/10.  My heart lept, and I told him so.  Embarassed, it took him the better part of a week to say it again.  That's fine.  I still heard it!

The first time he actually called me "dad" ... 2/12.  I told him he couldn't do something, and he texted his friend saying his dad wouldn't let him go :-)

When he told me I was the only adult he knew he could trust this last weekend, it was definately a first for me!

And when he broke my heart on Monday night, it was also a first.

I know he doesn't read my blog, but if he ever does, I want him to know:  I never knew how bad it was, and I will do everything in my not inconsiderable power to keep it from ever being that bad again.

Together we'll survive!

        aka: goofdad


terry said...

OK. you just made me cry. What amazing firsts.
I'm speechless.

Dellilah said...

Wow! That's a bunch of firsts to take in at once. Well, maybe not a bunch, but "big." I'm glad to see Topher stuck and you are now Dad!

goofdad said...

I'm still "Pops" most of the time ... but "dad" has snuck in there more and more lately.

It's definately an adventure!