Finger Paint for Dad's Day

Father's day was a week ago and I'm just now posting about it. Yep, I'm on top of things don't you worry. We celebrated Josh's first father's day pretty well. I made breakfast for him while he slept in. I should get that sort of treatment too! Then Jackson and I gave daddy some pretty cool things. 

Hand and feet paintings, Jackson's hands and feet not mine. It was kinda difficult to get him to put his foot down and leave it in a single spot. And his hands, he didn't want to open them once I got paint on them. It was a sight to see! Luckily we didn't get paint everywhere else though. Not too bad for a 9 month old! We were able to get at least one print with his toes and one with all fingers.

Happy Father's day to all the great dad's out there. Happy 1st Father's Day to Josh.

I'm thankful to have grown up with two wonderful Dad's. Now I have a father in law who is also very amazing. My Grandpa was a very wonderful grandpa to me.

A tribute a year later...

This is what I did on Valentines day. A day to remember and a day I'll never forget. 

Last year, this world lost a great man. Everyone paid their respects by standing next to a photo of him and sharing a shot, Irish Whiskey I believe it was. It was a very sad day. I didn't get to pay my respects by taking a shot with him because I was growing a baby. I was growing his grandson whom he'll never have the pleasure to meet or watch grow up. I lost my Dad on Valentines Day last year and it still feels like yesterday.

I was able to share the good news of a baby 2 weeks before that and he was so excited. And sad because he knew he would not be here to see the baby. It saddened me as well to know that. But I also know that he is up there looking down on me and Jackson every day. 

My brother and I lost our dad. But I beg to differ that we didn't 'lose' him, he just left us for a while. We'll meet again someday and it will be great. He is still in our hearts and minds and I know he is looking down upon us and smiling at how proud he is of who we've grown to be as adults. 

So this year, while I'm in Arizona and my brother in Colorado, we shared a tribute shot over the phone. Him toasting to my Dad and me finally getting to share a shot I missed out on last year. Not to say the grieving is over, because it surely is not, but now I've been able to complete the tribute that everyone else got to do last year.

I'll make sure Jackson grows up to know who his grandfather was. His music tastes, his cooking, gardening, and his stubbornness because as a little boy I'm sure he'll have that too.

So here's to you Dad. A year after you've gone and not a single day has gone by that I haven't thought of you or wished you were here. Yes I cry a lot, maybe its all the emotions, hormones or the fact I'm a girl, but it is ok to cry and I will. 

I love you.