It's time for bed.
I missed yesterday's post because I was exhausted.
Twenty-four hours with six girl scouts of our own and ten others and loads of walking and I broke 16K steps on my Vivofit on Saturday left me crashing and burning on Sunday and so I didn't post.
And I could be sad and mopey about it, and I do feel kind of meh that I missed, but I'm also moving along.
And so tonight - well - not much breaks my heart more than my daughter updating me on a song she's learning for her school holiday music performance than finding out it's partially in Hebrew and she thinks of my dad and misses him.
What does one say except I love you and he loves you and I miss him, too and it will be okay and he hears you and sees you and is so very proud of you.
And then I remember this image that I see everywhere and found on Pinterest and on Facebook and am not really sure where it comes from originally but I'm sharing it so forgive me for not having a perfect source - but if you know where it truly is from let me know, please.
I hope beyond words that this is true. Because it will really help my heart if it is.
Good night, Pops. Love you.