I have to say, I was a pretty lucky girl growing up, myself... I had both parents home for the balance of my upbringing (my Dad retired when I was in elementary school and my Mom was home my whole life). How many kids can say that? I think about it so often with Zachary going to daycare, but remind myself he too, is safe, loved and well cared for. I am especially reminiscent today... you see, today is not exactly a day of happy celebration for me. Exactly 9 years ago, we lost my Dad.
I wish so very, very much he was here today to share in all of the joyous things in my life - an INCREDIBLE husband who takes such good care of Zachary and I, and the most AMAZING son who fulfills me more than I thought another human being ever could. I know my father looks down on all of us and protects us (I feel him in my heart so often)... I just wish I could see one more time that look of pride I used to see on his face when he looked at his family. I feel like I had that same look today when I gazed at Len holding Zachary tightly against his chest as they rested their eyes together on our bed. I wish Zachary had the chance to know his Pop-Pop... I know he'd love and adore him as much as he does his Mom-Mom. You can bet when he is old enough to understand, I'll be sharing all of the incredible stories of me growing up with my Mom and Dad. I only hope I am half as good of a parent to Zachary as my parents are and have been to me!
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What a beautiful post. Thinking of you Susan.
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