I have had my coffee and Sunday bagel, read the Sunday Times like we always did - tossing some things across the bed for you to read, and realizing you aren't there to read them. The house is full of kids - Jennifer has come to stay awhile, helping Shae with some of the things she needs to do. So like when the little ones were really little, I am up at the crack of dawn watching the sunrise and enjoying the coolness of the morning, and the quiet.
But while I am in a house full of people, for me it is empty. I am missing you this morning more than I usually do, mostly because I dwell on the things we didn't do. That cruise. Camping where Pop loved to spend his time in Mexico. Birthday dinners and celebrations at our favorite places. I will do those things soon, but I will do them alone. It would be unfair to take anyone along - even the children - to have to compete with your memory.
I promised you a long time ago that I would take care of the children, and you know I never break promises. They are handling things well, and actually looking forward to school starting back up in September.
Missing you so much today, and always