(blue daisies that Lucy picked out for me at the grocery store)
I can’t even believe that we are already almost half way through November. Today is the second anniversary of my father’s death. There is no real poetic way to say that. It is what it is, and today my heart aches to be with him. To see him hold and hug and kiss and play with our girls. He would have loved them dearly and spoiled them rotten. One of his brothers came over the other day to bring us some furniture given to us by my Godmother, and watching him play with Abigail nearly tore my heart out. This day wouldn’t be so hard if Dad’s birthday wasn’t also just around the corner on November 22nd. Today I will take the girls to get some Poinsettia flowers and we will go to his grave and spend some time. I will make sure the girls are respectful of the other graves around us, but I will let them play on his. I know he would have wanted them climbing all over him. The girls are growing, always growing and I am trying as best I can to just breathe their littleness in and give thanks that I am here to enjoy them. If you have an extra moment to pray today, could you please offer up a prayer for all of our family who will surely be missing my dad, Alan, today. Thanks so much! I hope you all have a blessed weekend.