This morning I was reminded of what pure love is. I walked into the bedroom and Brook was cuddled up with Pat watching TV. They did not see me as I was behind them. They had their arms around each other and Brook reached up to plant a kiss on Papaw’s cheek and patted his other cheek. He then kissed her on top of her head. Every time I see those 2 together my heart has a tight squeeze in it. I am so thankful that they have that bond between them.
When I first started keeping Brook, she was 5 weeks old. Pat was not to thrilled with her coming down here at 5 in the morning, sometimes earlier. See he does not get to bed until around 3 most nights. He works second shift. She was what you would call a good baby. Rarely fussy and had a quick smile for anyone. Even those days when she was sick she was a pleasant child. As time went by she seemed to gravitate more towards her Papaw. We saw her first steps, he doctored her first booboo .
Pat had a habit (a bad one) of feeding Susie bits of his breakfast. One day I turned around and there was brook on one side of him and Susie on the other side both begging. He would give Brook a bite and Susie a bite. He fed his whole breakfast to them. He looked up and saw me watching and asked me if Brook had eaten yet. After that day I had to fix him a double breakfast. To this day they both beg from him. Pat calls her his little bacon bandit.
Brook is my daughter’s child. Candiac is not Pat’s daughter. We are a family. Our love for each other is what bonds us . Blood does not mean you are a family. True love has no boundaries.