I am going to try to post every day in October.
I miss blogging.
I miss you.
Gary just asked me to send him this picture of Kenya, so I figured it was blog worthy.
When Gary opened his email he made fun of the little poem that goes out with all my emails.
He said he refuses to read it because it is too many sentences.
I told him he is not getting any more emails from me if he doesn't read the poem.
I don't think he cares.
Kaish is getting new glasses tomorrow.
Did I tell you he has been wearing them for 2 weeks with just one arm?
I swear I meant to call the first day they broke.
My mom skills totally amaze me.
My Dad stopped over on his way home from work tonight.
He gave me a hug.
He always gives me love.
When I feel like a failure, he tells me I rock.
(Well, he doesn't actually say "You rock" because he says things like swell and super, but I know swell and super pretty much equal "You rock.")
When I feel discouraged and sad, he tells me I am the best girl in the world.
When I mess up, he helps me think of a solution.
I don't know what I would do without him.
He also checks my oil.
Isn't that a great Dad thing to do?
I really have the best one.
The best Daddy.
The best husband.
And the very best kid in all the land.
Ending this post tonight feeling blessed and thankful!
Tell me something sweet your Dad does for you.
Oh, here is the poem that is too long for Gary to read:
let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you,
bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by
in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may,
for it may not always be so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow,
or stretch myself taut,
or raise my hands to the sky and want,
more than all the world, your return.
~Mary Jean Iron