Today is my dad's birthday.
He would have been 65.
He was 48 when he died and clearly, I cannot picture him aged more than that. I feel pretty sure he'd look the same though. Maybe just a little less hair. :)
It's my half birthday today too. And my birthday is his half birthday.
Something I've always loved.
I miss my dad. A LOT.
I had a few moments of sadness throughout the day, but when I spend my day with an almost 14 month old bright-eyed happy baby girl who giggles, jabbers all day long, I can't help but laugh, smile and embrace all the happiness in my life.
Then tonight my aunt sent me a couple pictures of the birthday flowers she took to his grave today. And since I'm so far away and can't visit on my own, I appreciate this so, so very much.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
I love you. ♥