Five years ago today my sweet angel boy was born. He was about 2 weeks early, but big and healthy and ready to meet his family. We were so thrilled. This day also marks the 16th anniversary of my dad's sudden death. As I think about how out of all the 365 days of the year that a baby could be born it would be on that day, I feel that this 'coincidence' is a blessing of promise, and of new beginnings. So often I wonder what dad would think, or I have dreams that he and I have conversations about life in general. August 27th will always be a bittersweet day for me. Bitter with the loss of a great dad at such a young age (for all of us)---sweet that a little angel was born on that day to help represent love, hope and promise.
We miss and love you dad!
Happy birthday to my HYSTERICAL, brilliant, adorable little man....we love you so much!