Category: Personal

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!

I’m incredibly exhausted right now. It’s been a long 36 hours. I woke up yesterday to a beautiful August morning, and drove over to pick up Anna (we’re trying to work out going to my church Saturday nights, and her church Sunday mornings). After church, we ate lunch, and then were in the car, headed to an afternoon of “us” time – something we’d not had for quite a while. Unfortunately, while sitting at a stoplight, our plans were changed when I was rear-ended. Our “us” time turned into 20 hours spent in the hospital. Being seven months pregnant is not conducive to any kind of trauma like a car accident – even minor ones, like this one. Fortunately, after a rather uncomfortable night spent in a hospital room, Anna was given the all-clear, and I took her home.

As it turns out, the woman who rear-ended us was also on her way home from church, and was distraught to the point of tears when she found out that Anna was pregnant. Interestingly, she attends the church that Anna grew up in. What was intended for harm was turned into good, especially since Anna wants to get Abi into dance, and the woman is a local dance instructor.

Nobody was injured; I’m guessing I’ll have to get the rear bumper cover replaced on the car – but that was the least of my concern at the time. I saw the look of sheer terror in Anna’s eyes (almost two years ago she, her mom, and her two sisters were in a near-fatal accident caused by a drunk driver) and it nearly broke me. I was much more concerned with getting her to the hospital to make sure Abi was okay than I was about insurance claims and police reports. In the end, everyone is okay, and the accident itself should be uncontested. Now, we both just need some sleep…

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Anna on the carousel at Six Flags Saint Louis, 13 August 2005.
(Originally uploaded by Chip Bennett)

Anna and I went to the Third Day concert at Six Flags St. Louis earlier this month. The concert, held in the Old Glory ampitheater, almost got rained out due to some massive summer storms that day. But the show went on, and Third Day was as incredible as ever.

Anna has a tradition of getting her picture taken on the carousel every time she goes to Six Flags; I was only too happy to oblige her on this trip. We tried twice before to get a ride, but both times, the carousel was shut down due to incliment weather just as we were about to get on. The third time, rain-soaked but otherwise no worse for wear, we were successful.

Not to worry; I’m still around. Was away from the internet during my mission trip to Mexico in July. Between work (including the engineering department moving to a new office across town), tennis, church, and everything, I’ve not had much time for, nor felt much like, posting.

By the way, here’s part of that “and everything”:

This beautiful woman and I have been dating for about a month and a half. Needless to say, politics haven’t been terribly important lately. 🙂 But God is good… and the tenor of my writing might be a bit different for a while.

While not generally a fan of “Hallmark Holidays”, I know that we rarely take the opportunities we are given every day to express our love to the people we are blessed to have in our lives. So, what better time than the present? To my father:

• To the man who taught me to throw and catch a baseball in the summers of my youth, when even my little league coaches ignored me,
• To the man who coached me in tennis in high school when I was not yet good enough to make Varsity
• To the man who taught me most of life’s most important lessons:
  • That sports are a metaphor for life: that life is not fair, that competition is healthy, that winning and losing are a part of life and how we deal with either tells a great deal about our character, that no matter how good we are at something, there will always be something better, and that truly – win or lose – what ultimately matters is how we play the game,
  • That a man’s word is his bond, and that to violate a trust will damage any relationship at it’s most fundamental level,
  • That self-esteem is derived from character, and that bullies are cowards,
  • That everyone makes mistakes, but to take responsibility for my actions and always to be honest are better than their alternatives,
  • To treat everyone as I would have them treat me, regardless of whether or not they ever do so,
  • That all men are created equally in the image of the Father,
  • That in humility I should consider others before myself, and that everyone has something to teach me,
• To the man who talked to me before I was even born, who read The Hardy Boys to me before bed every night, and introduced me to the love of reading and education,
• To the man who taught me to think for myself, to question all assumptions and to recognize all biases – mine and others’, and to stand for something lest I fall for anything,
• To the man who worked as hard as he could to provide opportunities he never had, who sacrificed and gave up things in his life in order not to set a bad example, but to set a positive example in the life of his children,
• To the man who stood up for me when no one else would,
• To the man who demonstrated that a father should not be a best friend, but a parent – and that a parent is closer, more trustworthy, reliable, and supportive, and loves more deeply than any friend could ever hope to do,

To the man who exemplified for me what it means to be a husband, a father, and a man – who continues to model these things for me,

• To the man whom I respect above anyone to give wisdom, advice, and counsel when I need them,
• And most importantly, to the man who instilled in me my faith in God the Father and in His Son, Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior; who taught me that faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God – and never to accept blindly what anyone teaches on matters of faith, but to test everything against the Word – whether from a Sunday School teacher, a Pastor, or from my parents themselves; that I must always be ready to give an answer when anyone asks of the hope I have in Jesus Christ; that to be a husband and father – the spiritual head of a Godly household – is the greatest calling and achievment and God’s greatest blessing; that I am to love unconditionally as Christ loves me unconditionally;

Dad, I love you. Not a day goes by that I do not thank God for the blessing He has given me. I only hope that I can be half the husband and father that you have always been.