I am not liking Father's Day.
I lost my Dad 11 years ago.
That pain just sits in the corner and waits for days like this. I hate that.
I have been super growly all day. Picked a fight with my husband. Crying when no one's looking and wishing I could just see my Dad one more time.
I wish I could show him my beautiful tender-hearted artistic daughter, with eyes so big and brown.
I wish I could introduce him to the son I named after him.
I wish I could show him that Jonathan is taller than me now, and has facial hair.
I wish he could meet my husband.
And see that I found joy, finally, after screwing up so many times.
Oh man, how I wish......
I am so not liking Father's Day.
But in Heaven, my Dad is watching over me.
I believe that. And that part, I do like.