It’s Father’s Day today. A day that I thought would be so hard for your Dad, but I’m the one who can’t hold it together. I had to shop for Father’s Day cards yesterday. Of course none of them seem appropriate. Who cares about a Dad’s day where getting to be king of the grill or in control of the remote for a day really matters. I would love more than ever for you to be crying so that Daddy couldn’t watch TV or that you only wanted to be held so that Daddy didn’t have time to grill. I just want you.
We are taking a small trip to “get away” a for a few days. There is, what I am assuming, a 10 month old baby in the seat in front of us. I can’t stop crying. My heart is just aching to hold you in my arms and feel your soft skin against my cheek. I want you to snuggle against my chest as I squeeze you tight. I want you to reach out to me because I am your favorite. I knew that “getting away” wouldn’t make me forget, but I thought not being in the same place and a chance to momentarily let go, would be nice. So far it has backfired. Life without you isn’t the life I want.
Well luckily my loud sobbing and the mass amounts of tears streaming down my face, was enough to make your Daddy start laughing, in a sweet way. I mean, I really do look ridiculous. He knew how to make me start laughing and smiling again and pull me out of my deep sadness. That is why your Daddy is the best and he deserves to have a wonderful Father’s Day.
Yesterday he wrote you a message and sent it up in a balloon. I’m sure you received it by now. 😉 Him and your sister let it go and we watched it for the longest time. It just went straight up and the highest I have even seen a balloon fly. It was as if it was going straight to heaven.