Dear Daddy,
I hated fathers day last week. I know that Adam is a daddy but he isn't you and he ain't my daddy. So what do I do, I celebrate that my boys have a daddy and pray that he will be 3/4 of you. Knox told momma that you were missing from the supper last Sunday. I think it took her by surprise. Knox is just something. I think I need to beat his tail all the time but then I don't know how much of that is normal three year old mess.
School is out for summer and I am starting my summer veggie picking. I wish I could go back to Costa Rica. It was always a good place for me to center myself but I think that will have to wait a while. I cried a lot this week Church today... I cried.
I have to keep reminding myself about that no matter what God is so good!! I should sing of the goodness of him. I am sure you know how great Jesus is at this point and I will sing of him. That is my prayer
PS. Knox thinks my favorite song is Momma don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
I hope he understands that I really say, "momm don't your your babies grow up to plowboys :)"
Plowboys are good but they don't tend to come home much like cowboys... you know that I know, because you know too.
Be Particular,
Me.
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