That’s just my baby daddy!
Fathers Day. 1/2 the play of Mothers Day but oh so important.
Caun is working on his 4th carload of stuff as we try to wrap this move up. A man he is in every sense of the word.
Fathers Day is still very painful for me. I kinda look at it as a spectator which is an improvement from years where I totally ignored it. The searing pain at not being able to call my daddy or see him is still very much a part of the broken part of my heart. The confusion about relating to my biological is always present. Its just a confusing time for me.
I do pay homage to the men who do. I now have seen the pain in my mans eyes so my tolerance for the smug man who can’t figure it out is about nil. J from the gates (on blackberry can’t link). Summed it up all nice.
God blessed us to see Aniah. So hearing her laughter in this now echoing home is a good thing. Her slightly ashamed that she had nothing for her father evident but gentle words to calm her 7 1/2 year old weary bones slowly brought out that smile.
Well I hope that this day was spent reflecting. Was spent being thankful. Was spent celebrating sometimes in spite of. Was spent swallowing the bile from the pain on behalf of our little ones and stepping up to the plate stick on dick in place in light of the absence of the real one
I tell yah tomorrow can’t get here fast enough.
