Father@Forty #1 – “You’re What?!!!”

On March 9th, 2011, I had just finished fixing myself a pretty good microwave-made breakfast and sat down in front of the computer to eat and surf the web before leaving for work.  The scrambled eggs & chesse were steaming, the bacon crisp, and the two pieces of wheat toast looked great!  I grabbed my fork and stabbed some eggs and just before the eggs and fork made their way into my mouth… I heard my name being called.  “Kenny, come here please!” said my wife from the bathroom.

“Chick, I just sat down!” I said with steaming, delicious plate in hand.  She does this to me all the time!  Every time I sit down and get relaxed or invloved in something, she always calls and expects me to come to her.  I can’t always say they are for REALLY good reasons, so I thought about just eating.

“I need you to come here right now!” she said in a more stern manner.  After some grumbling under my breath and some “I’m really hungry!” sighs, I hesitantly pushed the desk chair back (still with plate-o-breakfast in hand) and stompted to the bathroom door.

“What Chick?!” I asked with a whine.

She had just gotten out of the shower and was dressed and was standing at the sink smiling a little, but the look on her face was telling a much broader story.  “Look at this, ” she said as she held out a little plastic stick.

So I looked closer and saw that it was a store-bought pregnancy test.  The rest of the package was ripped apart and strewn all over the bathroom sink as if she had been in a huge hurry to have her question answered.  As she held it closer, I saw that it had two lines.

“You’re going to be a daddy again Mr. Hoff!” she said with a nervous smile, waiting to see how I would react.  I know my wife well enough to read her like a book sometimes.  She would have to confirm, but I believe the thoughts bouncing around in her mind sorta went like this… I sure hope he’s going to be okay with this or How are we going to do this at 40?!

I thought about it for a moment, smiled, and said, “Cool.”  Then I sat down and ate my breakfast.

Nothing, and I mean NOTHING… ruined that day.  Although I was a little concerned about our ages and how the other two girls would react, I am at a place in my life where I trust God.  If He thinks we should have a baby at 40, then I trust Him.  This kid could be the next Billy Graham or cure cancer or something!  God’s got a plan so I’m just going to sit back and watch Him do what he does.  (Shaking my head and smiling…)  Father @ Forty.