I have been putting myself under an incredible amount of stress the last three weeks. Juggling a growing business, moving from a rental home to our first owned home, running a household in two houses, trying to put things away, stay on top of things. Travis and I are exhausted. Sleep is hard for me, lots on my mind.
Then, putting photo albums away today, I opened one to this page.
I miss you. I can't thank you enough for always making things possible for us. I missed you in the Black Hills, you would've LOVED it. I could feel you sitting next to me as those western singers sang, "They called the wind Maria" from Paint Your Wagon.
I can see you clear as day in my new-to-me kitchen, opening all the cupboards to find a glass for milk to go with your cookies.
I see you in Reza's mannerisms, In Caroline's curiosity, in Naenah's want for knowledge. And I'm so damn glad that you got to spend their first Christmas' with each of them. That you got to greet them in their arrivals on this plane.
I love you.
I never even thought about how hard it would be this first Father's Day through. Travis' 8th one. We will always celebrate, but I will miss you at every single one.
Happy Father's Day Daddy. I love you.