Mr. R is in Louisiana today, but the kids called him on our way back from church to yell "Happy Father's Day" and all I could do was smile and tear up. I didn't have a daddy, but my kids do. Oh, I'm so glad. I'm so glad none of my kids will ever understand that rejection of wondering what he or she possibly could have done to make Daddy leave. I wondered for years. My mom was so awesome; she told me that she didn't understand why he left, but that she loved me twice as much to make up for him. And it sufficed. I was a happy kid. I also had my sister's father, who I do call Dad, but I always knew he wasn't really my Dad. He never treated me differently. He loved me; still does. But it is absolutely not the same and you're a liar if anyone tells you differently. I also had my mom's third husband, George, who my kids call Papa. He loves me too; unfortunately, he got me during those turbulent teen years. I do love him, but we're not particularly close. My kids adore him though, and he's a good grandpa. When I was a little girl in church, and we'd have Father's Day projects, I'd put my mom's name on them. I forgot all about that until today when I saw the kids walking around with their Father's Day cards which they made in Sunday school today. That made me smile. I made cards with ties and tools on them for my mom. LOL.
Wanna see pictures of me without a nasty eye infection?
|Note to self. Do not wear this outfit when it is 103 outside. I nearly died. It is polyester, and has a girdle thing built in. I looked trim, but sweat like a pig.|
|I'm squinting because the sun is relentless. I guess I could have worn my shades. I'll try to remember that next time.|
|I look like I'm falling off the side of the earth here.|
|Yes, I'm wearing black nail polish. I sort of look churchy goth today, hmmm? I guess my mood was black, because I wore black, my nails are black, I even colored my hair back to dark brown which is showing up as black in my pictures.|