
Seriously though, we were really very blessed. We could have gotten any kind of child, with any kind of emotional problems and attitudes, but we sure got a damn good one. Her father, who is Debbie's brother, is missing out on something very special, as he's not much more than a harley riding pot smoker. Definitely not parenting material, and he knows it, so he asked us to continue raising her.
Debbie never had any children, so this I was definitely going to be an experiment, but if I didn't love that lady before, I sure do now, as she's done an incredible job, every day. My hat is most definitely off to Deb.
Debbie had Neelee see a counselor for a dozen or so sessions, at which point we were informed that she was doing very well, and she wouldn't want to live anywhere else. That was huge to hear. She'll have a home here as long as Deb and I are alive to give her one.
Here's a picture of us. My great wife Debbie, my incredible daughter Brooke, the poor sickly Neelee and some ugly sonofabitch on the right.
