Monday, June 04, 2007
Elliott Keene Welch
It's been a while since I've written anything here, but much has been happening in my life, so I thought I'd give a quick update on our pregnancy. Tricia is about 30 weeks along, and we are having a boy!! His name is Elliott Keene Welch. We are so looking forward to welcoming him into our family. Truly, he's already become part of our family. We're so excited to be parents. Please pray with us that we could be to him the family that God would have us be, and that the gospel would be preached in our home through our words and actions each day of his life.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Sono

We're not having another sono with our doctor until March 20, but today, we had a free sono done at Tricia's work. (The scan doesn't do justice to the sono picture) Our baby appears to be fully healthy, with all it's parts. It's active. And, it's amazing! We're not 100% sure, but we think it's a boy. We should know for sure on the 20th. We're very happy. Each sono, each time we hear the heartbeat, it's always just such a reassuring feeling. We know all we really have to rest in is that God loves us and cares for us, but still, we are very thankful that our baby is healthy and has made it this far!
David
Friday, June 09, 2006
MAVS WIN GAME 1 of NBA FINALS

Thursday, May 25, 2006
Dad
I'm up late. I'm sad. I just have to get my feelings out, so I'm typing whatever comes to me.
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I look out my front window.
It's night. It's dark outside.
I see houses up and down the block.
Each house has people, families inside.
Most of these people probably still have their fathers.
There's a guy on his bicycle.
He's probably still got his dad.
Behind him, there's a girl on her bike.
She's probably got her dad too.
Do they realize what they've got?
Do they know they should take advantage of it?
Are their dads as good as mine was?
Do they love their dads like I love mine?
Do their dad's love them like mine loved me?
Then I remember the 80 something year old man across the street.
He lives alone.
He has kids though. They visit him.
He really seems to love them.
He probably won't be around too long for his kids.
But, his kids are probably in their 50's or 60's.
I'm only 25. And my dad's not here.
It doesn't seem fair. I miss him so much.
We had a special relationship.
I guess a lot of people don't get that with their fathers.
But I did, and that's good.
My dad is with God now. Someday I'll be there too.
But not now. For now, we can't talk to each other.
We can't see each other. I just have to miss him and know he's okay.
It hurts, but it's okay. My dad is okay.
And not too long from now, I'll see him again.
We'll hug. We'll talk. We'll listen to music again.
For now I'll wait. And someday soon, maybe I'll have kids too.
And maybe I can be a good dad while I wait.
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I look out my front window.
It's night. It's dark outside.
I see houses up and down the block.
Each house has people, families inside.
Most of these people probably still have their fathers.
There's a guy on his bicycle.
He's probably still got his dad.
Behind him, there's a girl on her bike.
She's probably got her dad too.
Do they realize what they've got?
Do they know they should take advantage of it?
Are their dads as good as mine was?
Do they love their dads like I love mine?
Do their dad's love them like mine loved me?
Then I remember the 80 something year old man across the street.
He lives alone.
He has kids though. They visit him.
He really seems to love them.
He probably won't be around too long for his kids.
But, his kids are probably in their 50's or 60's.
I'm only 25. And my dad's not here.
It doesn't seem fair. I miss him so much.
We had a special relationship.
I guess a lot of people don't get that with their fathers.
But I did, and that's good.
My dad is with God now. Someday I'll be there too.
But not now. For now, we can't talk to each other.
We can't see each other. I just have to miss him and know he's okay.
It hurts, but it's okay. My dad is okay.
And not too long from now, I'll see him again.
We'll hug. We'll talk. We'll listen to music again.
For now I'll wait. And someday soon, maybe I'll have kids too.
And maybe I can be a good dad while I wait.
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