I drove my children away on Father's Day with cards of love on the kitchen counter.
A six day trip without my heart . . .
because I leave it behind whenever I go without him.
My list continues . . .
his unshaven face
his prayers with Max at night
his ticklefest with Izzy
diet teas in the fridge
peanut butter and crackers
the ring he has never taken off
skin on skin
I'm eight hours away with fifteen minutes on the computer.
Maybe that's a good thing - the computer time - because with more time my 1000 gifts could all be about the man I love.
Happy Daddy's Day, my love, I miss you.
My heart - he'll take good care of it.
My list, #101-110.