We called her “Herman” in jest,
But what a great joy , the little one was a girl
It was love at first sight for us.
The third floor at Baylor was the sight,
That we first held our little one,
And rejoiced that God had given us a gift from heaven.
She came home to our apartment the day before Christmas,
And in a red stocking from Baylor we placed her under our tree.
Money was sparse, but it would not be Christmas without a gift,
So we gave her a purple dress an expression of our glee.
Times were difficult as graduate studies we pursued,
But the gift of life filled our house with joy.
An infant she was when we moved to 9118 for sure.
There she grew remaining our charm.
The years passed quickly as they seem to do,
Our Becky was joined by Nancy, our quiver full.
Before you knew it she went to school,
A bright child she was and fluent too.
At first, it was Scofield School then the academy.
And lot many helped us through all those years.
Besides the studies there were extra curricular activities as well
And in the summers travels asunder
College was hard for us because we missed her so.
She studied to be a teacher and that well.
The years passed quickly, the trips were many
But then one day her college days ended
She came home, got a job, and worked for a while,
But when she met a seminarian things changed.
Ms. Hannah became Mrs. Hasselbach and our family grew bigger.
She continued to teacher but her heart was for another
Off they went for a pastorate to take
In a far away place in Washington state.
The years passed quickly and the work prospered,
But, best of all, the couple multiplied into a family
First came Hannah, a miracle child,
And then triplets were added.
The pregnancies were difficult for Bec, our child
Yet each of the little ones was the gift from God.
From a short time in Vancouver to Collins they came,
To pastor a church Bec knew by name.
From childhood she visited the nursery there;
Years later she came the pastorate to share.
Bec is now in charge of four, a home to make and schedules galore.
Her life is complicated and not always easy,
Yet a tender heart keeps her busy,
And O how I enjoy her deeply.
None knows what lies ahead.
It may be sad, but will be always blessed.
Dad, it seems, will make heaven first,
Yet I’ll miss her until she joins him in that blessed hope.
Born the first, never the last,
My love expanded as I watched her grow,
The first expression of love, that purple dress,
Is now packed away someplace but the memories last!