Every once in awhile I'll read a book that makes me think of my dad.
Sometimes it's a character that reminds me of him. Or it's something I think he would have enjoyed. Or hated.
Whatever it is, the ache from wanting to talk to him about it rests in my chest, dull but powerful, and it brings my day to a halt.
I realize I don't often talk about him anymore. Or write about him, rather.
I think it makes some people think I don't miss him as much as everyone else.
Which couldn't be farther from the truth, of course.
But I don't have to voice my missing him out loud for it to be real.
It's palpable in the air around me. Like the warmth of the sun on my skin or the sweet smell of a spring flower, it's there.
Every minute, of every day.
I miss him.
I miss him.
I don't know if it's the book I just finished reading (The Fault in our Stars - it's a YA book, not something I'd ordinarily read but it was quite entertaining.) or the coming of spring, but lately I've been feeling profoundly sad.
I wish that he were here.
But at the same time, I wish people would quit saying things like, "I wish he was here."
Grief is weird.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
First off, my nephews were born on March 8th.
To say we're all completely in love is an understatement. I think Cash loves them the most though. He loves babies. You can tell he's the oldest.
So I've been busy helping them, doing laundry, dishes, cleaning, cooking. You know, all that fun stuff.
Nate spent the entire weekend helping his friend install new floors in his house.
Cash and Everett both came home from the beach with a cold. Everett is already over it but Cash is having a hard time kicking it.
Everett is finally crawling, thank Jesus. And no, I'm really serious about being thankful. Having him get into everything is a hell of a lot better then listening to him whine all day. He's also trying to cut some teeth (4 of them, from what I can tell.) and so he's basically a screaming, crawling, cranky little demon. It's fun.
And that's life at the Crawford's lately.
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
Mostly blurry shots of his toys and socks but occasionally they are rather artistic.
Small genius, that boy is.
Anyway, I was sorting through pictures and found this one of Everett and I.
I have no idea when he took it (obviously in the morning since I'm still in my pajamas. Because I would never wear pajamas all day. AHEM.)
And for some reason, I just love it.