My Daddy... and pregnancy hormones....

So today my Daddy would have been 67 years young. He was a wonderful man that led a full life. He served our Country in the US Army for 20 years serving in Vietnam and Korea. He then worked for the City Inspections/Permits Department for almost 20 years ensuring things were built to code and that people were safe. In his spare time he volunteered at the local Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) post, serving as both Quartermaster and Commander. Every Christmas they held a Christmas Party complete with Santa Claus for any kids that were able to come and also delivered huge boxes of food and necessities to the needy in the area. He has 4 kids that all turned out to be good kids. I mean, although some of us were hell as teenagers, none of us ended up in prison, we're all married with families and homes we can call our own. He has 8 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren which brings me to one of the many reasons why I've been crying ALL morning. He has a grandson on the way... due Sept. 25th. They will not meet each other for many, many years. I can only hope that Papa is watching us from Heaven so that he knows his grandson. But what about the flip side? How is my Son ever going to know how wonderful his Papa was? You can only tell a person so many things, what if he just doesn't get it? I'm probably being way to hard on myself and I know I should just go with the flow... Deep down in my heart I know "Everything Happens for a Reason" and that I shouldn't chase the reason down. It'll show up when it's time.

In the meantime.... Happy Birthday Daddy.. I miss you, please keep an eye on us and someday we'll be together again. Love, your Baby Girl.