I use to think a lot about that first year. It was all about the 'firsts' without you. The first birthday. The first Thanksgiving. The first Christmas. The first Father's Day. My first true heartache.
Now I have come upon the 4th birthday without you. Your birthday. Your 79th birthday. And it's no longer about those 'firsts' but about those 'lasts.' I savor my every lasts with you. From trivial to meaningful; it's all in my heart.
Happy birthday. I love you.
~ Your Little Girl
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Summer was fun and fast! Here is the condensed version . . .
Annual Hope Ranch Beach Campout
Spur of the moment trip to Vegas with these crazy people!
Hume Lake Camping Trip
The not-so-fun part of this camping trip.
Rock 1 Jim 0
First day of school, Jackson Browne, & Journey
Labor Day Beach Fest