If you want to live high off the hog without having to do the dishes, restaurants are easy pickings.
I am telling it because I think it deserves to be told, and no one left alive knows it better than I do. It's also my story, because my children changed my life as surely as I affected theirs. To a lesser extent, it's the story of a marriage that failed, and a blended family that didn't blend.
But I haven't said much about these things, because that's not why I wrote this book. God gave me seven and a half years to be Abigail's daddy, and four and a half years with Joshua and Rebecca. In that time, I changed more diapers, spooned out more strained carrots, gave more baths, and dried more tears than I ever knew existed.
I also laughed, gave horsey rides, shared my cookies, and received the honest, unconditional love of the three most beautiful children in the world. These memories are my treasures, and I cannot be so selfish as to keep them to myself.
As you read this, I hope you will come away feeling that, in some way, you have come to know my children, even though you never had the chance to meet them. But most of all, to you who are raising children of your own, I hope one message comes across, louder and clearer than any other: Love them like there's no tomorrow, because sometimes, tomorrow never comes.
Prologue - Nora Marchand showed up on my doorstep in January of We had bought the farmhouse with an eye to helping people in need, and Nora was neither the first nor the last person who found a helping hand at what we called Easter Morning Community Farm.
Nora had been married ten years to her first husband, Danny. Following his accidental death a year and a half ago, she had joined a religious sect in Dorchester, but their strictly regimented life was not for her.
She happened to meet Linda one day, and was offered one of our spare rooms so she could have a place to get her life, and the lives of her two young daughters, back together. They joined us in the late afternoon of an unseasonably-warm January day, aided by Nora's brother John Giesselman, his wife Monique, and two other friends of theirs.
Phil had warned us that, after enduring an abusive husband, dealing with his death from a drug overdose, and fighting free of the smothering influence of the Dorchester sect, she probably had little mental energy left for levity, and that we should refrain from our usual round of puns, quotes from Monty Python's Flying Circus episodes, and good-natured verbal jabs at one another.
But as we all sat around the huge dining-room table, someone made a comment that roused a Monty Python line from John — "And there was much rejoicing. Nora and I got along surprisingly well. She was on one of her health-food kicks at the time, and was drinking a tea she made from hops.
She said it tasted bitter, but was good for you, and that one of its alleged side effects was to reduce the libido. Sarah was about to turn six years old, and Rachel was days from turning four. I hit it off with them almost immediately.
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I made a fishing game out of sticks, string, clothespins for hooks, and cardboard fish. They would sit on their top bunk and dangle their lines over the side, and I would lurk on the bottom bunk, putting fish in the clothespins and tugging on the lines.
Sometimes I'd clip on my car keys, my glasses, or a small stuffed animal, just to make them laugh. Rachel was precocious, no question about it. She had inherited her father's super-genius IQ; Nora told me she was speaking in complete sentences at age one.
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