Miss You Most

So, I'm not sure if this is any good or anything, but I just wanted to share because it has been on my mind lately and I needed it to be said, if only for my sake. It doesn't really read like a poem, but its not a story either...

Also, disclaimer: I am not pregnant.

I miss him most on my birthday

The way he would ask about the countdown

Or the way my answer would light up his face

He never could understand what made the day so great

I miss him when I think about my wedding day

The way he should have been there, not just in spirit

Twirling me around in my sparkly dress

Wiping a tear from his eye

I miss him for the grandkids he’ll never meet

For the concert recitals & baseball games he would have enjoyed

For the proud way he would have hung their pictures up

The way he would have giggled finding out another was on the way

I miss him on holidays when the family is all gathered around

Watch the kids put on fashion shows and plays

And cheered them on as we played a game

or silently soaking in the family time, knowing things would never be the same

I miss him many times throughout the years,

but I will always miss him most on my birthday.

You Came in With the Breeze, On Sunday Morning, You Sure Have Changed Since Yesterday

Day 006.

The weather outside was beautiful, but we spent most of our day inside. We went to a new church about 10 minutes away. It was really a good time and made me think quite a bit. It even had an electric guitar! That really surprised me. 

After church, we did laundry (see picture above) and visited family since we had a few things to drop off. Writing down what we did seems like a normal Sunday, but I felt very productive today. We still have a ton of dishes in the sink that need to be washed... tomorrow is another day!

My new ring modeled by my lovely husband. <3