Somedays

      Some days are harder than others this time of year. My dad's birthday is slowly approaching and I'm dreading it. Another year without him. February has flown by so fast that I didn't even really have time to enjoy it. The Easter lilies have already broke ground and are starting to shoot up rapidly. They were my dad's favorite flowers. It's days like today that I think about him missing out on Taylor. He doesn't get to experience what it is like to have a grand daughter. He would have absolutely loved her. Dad was always good with small children. Some how the always seemed to enjoy his deep somber laugh.

       Maybe it's a good thing he isn't here. I wouldn't have wanted her to see what drugs do to a person. They suck the life out of them slowly. She will never get to see the good side of who dad could be when he was clean. He would have taught her to fish, hunt, and gather. I spent so much time on a creek bank that fishing come second nature to me.  

        Somedays I wish time would just slow down. Today Taylor attempted to crawl, which is amazing, but I'm not ready for her to start this next important step. I was simply amazed at her determination to move. She fell on her face at least a dozen times, but she didn't give up.

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