I feel so blessed, so satisfied with life.
Our house is still a complete mess. The back splash is being installed tomorrow and so far we've got two of our nine windows totally in. I feel like we are in a new home. Ricky asked the kids how they like their new home.
Madi got her staples out yesterday and was such a champ. She didn't even cry or flinch!
I am so happy about something in the works. About 15 years ago or more, my dad gave me a desk for my first computer for Christmas. This was before we lived in our big house but once he built that home, I had an office in my room literally (the man was crazy) and he gave my desk away to a somewhat family member. That was dad. He'd make things and then give it away, throw it away, etc. I really wish he wouldn't have because he was so very talented and the only thing I have he actually made is a doll bed my girls are now using and my baby crib. I'd take something he made any day over some made in China fake crap! So anyway, my Meme got in contact with the person that has the desk and they are giving it back to me!!!!!!!! I'm one very happy person. Next month will be 9 years he's been gone. I love the smell of saw dust that use to annoy me as a kid. When I use the sander Ricky got me I can't help but think of him, every time I look at our new granite counters I hear his funny joke about it. When I see the way the kids light up with Ricky I think about how much I loved my dad. I tell Ricky sometimes I miss my dad so much I can't breathe and it's been nine years. I pray Ricky and I are fortunate enough to grow old together so that our children as well as one another never have this deep hole in their souls because the tears may stop but the lump in your throat remains. It wasn't that he was perfect no one is but he loved me the way we love our kids and that has got me through nine years. So a desk may just be a desk to most but to me it's so much more.
KP
