As Father's Day approaches Daddy stuff is everywhere, and yesterday morning I made a quick trip to Wal-mart to get some diapers and there were all of the pink "Daddy's cupcake" and "I love my Daddy" shirts. It took all I had not to cry right there, so I walked away, got diapers, and left. Walt and I headed to the dance recital of my 4 year old niece, Laura, who loves to be in anything shiny and dresses are a must. One of the first few dances were small girls dressed in pink tutus dancing, and I lost it. It took all I had to gain enough composure to sit through the rest of the recital because everything reminded me of what I had lost. I don't mean this as a "woe is me" statement, but just another time when I will cry. It was as though I could see Magdalena in that pink tutu twirling around without a care not realizing that we are all staring. I am not comfortable crying in public, but I am realizing that there is nothing wrong with tears,...
May God be glorified with the life, grief, and happiness that he has entrusted to me.