“Joy does not come from what you do, it flows into what you do and thus into this world from deep within you.” ~ Eckhart Tolle
The Stacys (minus Travis here) have treated dad like family for as long as I can remember, even before he started working at CK’s bank. Mom and Vicki worked together at the welfare office when I was a child. I’ve probably told this story before, but I’m going to tell it again. One of my most vivid memories is Vicki stopping by Mamaw’s one afternoon just after she’d come home from the hospital with Jodi. I was nine or ten years old. Mom went to the car to talk with her and I followed. There was tiny, tiny Jodi all wrapped up in baby blankets with her signature white tuft of hair. Vicki has always smiled, but her smile that day was different than I’ve ever seen it before or since. She was so in love with Jodi. We fell in love with Jodi that day, too. Now here we all are nearly forty-five years later and there’s still love and respect, Vicki’s sweet smile, and the whole Stacy clan flocking to mom and dad. Warms my heart so much.