It has been a looooong week. Several parties, a body that is still adjusting to Not being pregnant, doctor’s visits, over-nighter, school work, company, . . . . and underlying all of that is the awareness that next week is our 2 year anniversary of Dan’s home-going.
I miss his big ideas, his talking me to sleep at night, grouching at him to get off the computer and spend some time with his other wife, his hugs, his comments on my clothes, his input on the kid’s training, his assistance with the kid’s training . . . I miss being a part of a whole.
Apparently I’m not the only one that is missing him, or a Daddy in general. Imaginations have been running wild here lately about what our ‘new daddy’ will be like and all the things a Daddy will do with them. I need to remind them that Daddy’s usually have to work and that a daddy probably won’t be around as much as they think he would or should be. That’s part of the problem with imaginations . . they have little to do with reality.