Monday, November 23, 2015

What a difference a Dave makes!

Have you heard the song "What a Difference a Day Makes?"  If not, please click to listen here...

The lyrics are as follows:

What a difference a day makes
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I'm a part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine
What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It's heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you
What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It's heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you

When I heard that song, my brain didn't hear the word DAY but automatically subbed in the word DAVE =)  He probably won't believe me, but that man is on my brain a lot of the time!  I thought about the words to this song and decided that if I wrote about my Dave, it wouldn't even fit into a song.  But...knowing that I have a blog...and I can put up a post as rambling, unorganized and long as I want...

What a Difference a DAVE Makes
Before I met Dave, my theory on men was simple.  If they were interested in me, I was interested in them.  I was quite the band geek, the studious type w/many books for friends.   Nothing wrong w/that, but it didn't make for good dating decisions on my part.  I think I've said it before, but Dave was the first man to ask permission to hold my hand.  He made a huge impact b/c he had more respect for my hand than many others had for the rest of my body!  When I told him I wanted 12 kids, he didn't bat an eye.  What a difference a DAVE makes, indeed!


We got married and it became obvious that he was the calm to my storm.  A lot of family and friends had seen me through some tough times, but this man prayed me through panic attacks and rough nights.  He prayed out loud and he talked to the Lord like He was in the room!  He sang to me, danced w/me and helped me take each day at a time as we started in our attempts to build a family of our own.

He cried w/me when we had no success and researched adoption and foster care w/me.  He rejoiced w/me when we found out we were expecting our own baby but didn't forget the 'babies' that needed a family, even if it was just for a short time.

We stepped into the foster care world together...What difference a DAVE made to some kids who had never known a father figure, or a quality one at that!  I am so moved and blessed by the way he treated the kids as his own and still has not stopped loving and praying for them, even though they are gone from our house.  Together we tackled the adoption process....

What a difference a DAVE makes to this family, as he goes to work every day to earn the financial means for the rest of us to continue in the comfortable life we live w/o anyone else working outside the home.  Over time, I have had the opportunity and turned it down, but recently I started working outside the house again.  Like most changes, it has brought on some stress and on my part - whining!  What a difference a DAVE makes - he has not only continued and carried on in his responsibilities but he has absorbed some of mine!  He's washed dishes when my eczema got to the point where it hurt my hands to do so, he's prepped and cooked many meals when I didn't have the energy, direction or skill to do so, he's gone out of his way to bring me items that were left behind and overall made sacrifices for me and the others around him.  I LOVE YOU DAVE WILKE and I SEE YOU - I see what you are doing for me, for us and even when I don't say it, I see you.  Thank you...thank you for all of those things I said above and MORE!  What a difference a DAVE makes and the difference is YOU!!!

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