Today I'm having one of those "I feel like I haven't done anything around the house except take care of the baby" kind of days. I did two loads of laundry and got the kitchen cleaned up and dishwasher loaded but that's about it.
Megan is now into rubbing her food in her hair and spitting it at me. Part of me wants to cry but another part of me wants to laugh and take pictures of her when she does it. Thankfully, the second part won this round!!
Today is also my father's birthday. He passed away five years ago very unexpectedly. He was only 59. He had just retired, bought a fishing boat and had a grandson named after him. He stepped in to help with my sons when my husband passed away suddenly just a year before. My life has changed so much since then. I have an incredible new husband and we added our baby to the brood last year. I don't cry anymore when I think about my first husband. Actually, I should say I don't cry for myself anymore but I do still cry for the boys when they have a momentous occasion in their life that their father isn't physically here for. I know he's certainly here but not for the boys to see.
I do still, however, cry at the drop of a hat when I think about my father. I honestly don't know that I will ever think about him on days like today and not cry. I was just starting to scratch the surface of who he was. What my father lacked in fatherhood he made up for in "Grandpa-hood" and my boys adored him. My daughter is the only grandchild that he never got to hold. I tell her about him. I tell her she has a belly just like "Grandpop Rippy." "Rippy" was his nickname.
I miss you so much, Dad. XOXOXOXO
Many blessings ~ Wendy