Today is my first birthday post Dad.
I miss him. Normally by this point, I have spoken to him for at least an hour, in addition to our regular Saturday morning call. In fact, sometimes I did not realize it was my birthday until he called to remind me. I've been dreading this day for a month or more.
So as I went to leave this morning, there was a package sitting there and a card with my name on it. A friend named Tammi left a box of baked goods, because she knew I was dreading this day. And I got a card from a lady at church. And a call from my dear brother-in-law (who also informed me that my sister has morning sickness. w00t.)
Today is this first of many events that will be the first "post Dad." Each will be hard, but the first is my b-day. We'll have the rest of the family's b-days, Mother's/Father's days, summer vacations, Dad's birthday, parents Anniversary.
In the mean time, I have comfort from the rest of the family. I also am surrounded by a great church family who seeks to make this day enjoyable. And I have friends that are as family to me, many of whom I went to college with. While I miss Dad, I find great comfort in the love of these people.
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