Baba

Don't mind me, I'm just tripping on my dress...

One of the greatest gifts that I believe God has given me so far has been my dad being there on my wedding day. It's really every daughter's dream, and I am really close to my dad. He has a moral compass unlike anyone whom I have ever known. One of the real "seal the deal" moments in mine and Superman's relationship was the incredible relationship he built with my father.. my Baba...

Growing up, Baba was always a bit hard of hearing, and over the past few years his hearing has grown progressively worse. In fact, if I'm not looking right at him when I speak, he wouldn't be able to hear me. So phone calls have been few and far between. It's been harder since I moved away from home and for most of the year, phone calls are all we have to keep in touch.

But a few weeks ago Baba underwent a cochlear implant in the ear that had no hearing at all. Just the other day, he called me. Incessantly. Six times in a row.

I thought something was wrong, but when I called him back he started talking, and talking, and talking. And when I asked questions. He understood me. And he replied correctly to all of my questions. And I didn't have to yell into the phone. I spoke softly. And I spoke fast. And he spoke faster.



For the first time in a long time I had a real conversation with Baba. No lip reading. No yelling. No repeating.

It was an incredibly emotional moment. I am completely shaken by God's blessings.