One Month

It's been a month since daddy went home.

It still seems surreal in many ways.

I have good days 

and

I have bad days.

I miss talking to him on the phone.

He would always tell me about 

the weather

and

what he was cooking

or 

had cooked

and

what their upcoming plans were.

He would often

talk to me about Joey too.

He would mention what 

a pain Joey could be

because he always wanted

to be in dad's lap.

Guess what?

Joey CAN be a pain

because he always wants

to be in your lap.

ALL. THE. TIME.

Joey's doing well though.

His latest trick?

Destroying Molly's tennis balls.

I found this when I woke up one morning

It's ok cause Molly is eating his bones.

Sibling rivalry, right?

Mom's coming out this week for a visit.

This trip has been in the works for weeks.

I'm looking forward to it 

and am so glad that it has been planned.

We don't have too much planned.

Just a conference in Seattle

and hanging out here.

She's finally going to get 

to see our house!

She's excited for that.

I am too, 

to tell you the truth.

I know today is going to be hard for her too.

Every day that goes by

makes it that much more real

that he's not here.

That he's not coming back.

And we know it.

It just sinks

deeper

and 

deeper

in. 

We miss you dad.

But we're ok.

Just ok...

for now.