"What are you doing, Greg?"

"Jesus, Marcia!"

She snuck up behind him while he was reading the poem and scares him half to death. He was so engulfed with the last lines. He knew now what his mother was trying to say to him in the dream.

"You know, that was a present my dad got my mom before he passed away."

"Oh really," he says not really paying any attention to her.

"Yeah. You know," she takes a brief moment to look around to make sure no one else is around. "I never said this to anybody so you better not open your mouth."

"Okay.." She was giving him that "look". You don't screw with Marcia when she gives you one of those. She can be nasty when she feels like being so.

"Well," she begins as her face softens. "When I was younger I would have these dreams where my father would come visit me. We would be in this almost paradise place. He always told me he would help God carry me through the bad times and he would never leave me. I would go back and read this everytime I would have a "dad" dream."

Greg stood there stunned. Could there parents be working together up there in heaven to ensure that their kids knew they were around and still loved them?

"Greg, you look like you've seen a ghost," Marcia exclaims laughing.

"You never know, I just might've," he replies have only half-jokingly.

"Will you kids come downstairs and have breakfast already! You're going to be late!"

"Oh, crap," Marcia says looking at her watch. It was 7:30. "She's right."

It's not long until all six kids practically trample each other down the stairs and run straight for the kitchen. Alice already had six plates full of scrambled eggs and wheat toast, which was devoured by the kids who had finshed in record time. They reached up to grab their lunches and out the door they went.

"Alice, those kids, I'm telling ya," Carol says laughing and plopping down on one of the breakfast table chairs.

"They sure do knock ya for a loop," Alice agrees as she cleans up the dishes.

"What would I ever do without you, Alice?"

"Are you serious?" she asks incredulously over her shoulder.

"Yes, I'm serious. It's a miracle this house hasn't collapsed from all the chaos!"

"It's a wonder you, Mr. Brady, and the kids didn't collapse from tragedy," she says wiping down the table. That comment hit Carol in the stomach and Alice could tell it did from the look on her face.

"Oh, gee, I'm sorry, Mrs. Brady," she says sitting down next to her and taking her hand. "I sure do know how to put my foot in my mouth."

"Oh, it's okay," Caorl says patting Alice's hand. "It is true though. It's a miracle."

"God never gives you anymore than you can handle," Alice says with her all knowing smile. "God gives you the people you need. God gave us each other."