I spent some time with my daughter today looking at baby items in Little Rock.  We did some brainstorming, trying to figure out what direction she may go in decorating her nursery.  We found ourselves looking at little boy items, forgetting that this new little one, is a girl.   

I had some fun picking  up a few items for my granddaughter's.  This couldn't be any more fun!  Just saying that word blesses me over and over again, like kisses on my cheek from Mike.  

I believe God is grabbing my hand and trying to pull me forward.  Trying to show me how to live again.  I do it with trepidation; fearful I will be hurt again.  There is still such a deep desire to want to be with Mike, but these grandbabies are reminders that God and Mike, want me to go on for them.

Happy Father's Day, Sweetheart.  Seven months doesn't seem possible.  May God bless you with a glimpse of beauty, that lives on because of your deep love and devotion to your children, to your grandbabies, and most especially to me, for cherishing everyday with me so completely. 

"Loved you yesterday, Love you still, always have, always will!"