there was a time in my life when i wasn’t sure if i would ever be here.
if it was possible to be this giddy to be alive.
this morning, as i fed B, i watched him look up at the beautiful lilies i found in my newly-cleaned house last night {when i came home from Santa Barbara to deliver mom to the airport}.
he could hardly eat, he was so enamored with them.
it made me think of all of the things i remember my dad doing: how he would grab my mom to dance with her spontaneously in the kitchen like a cute old man as he hummed some old-fashioned tune. how he would spank her hiney on the way out the door and tell her she was such a “hottie.” or how he would say, “quick, help me do all these dishes before your mom gets home – it will make her so happy!”
and i imagined my boy all growed up and talking about his dad in his grown up man voice, telling a girl how much his dad took care of his mom….
i can’t help but think, that will definitely leave a mark.
