Dear Children, you are all on a roller coaster of emotions that you cannot get off of. Mixtures of such deep sadness of missing dad and such happiness at being with your dad. I am happy you are getting to spend this weekend with him. Dear Dr. Mckay, you are so patient and kind when I bring all four of my children with me and try to entertain them while you cast two of their feet for orthotics. You didn't blink an eye when one asks twenty questions and wants to touch everything and another is scooting around the room singing songs. And you still remember our last conversations and ask me about how my life is going. Where did you come from? Dear Avary, you went on a field trip to the dairy and got to pick a milk flavor and an ice cream. You were so concerned about missing me because I couldn't go you cried and didn't want to go to school. And you didn't like the bus, I thought all kids liked the bus. I think you had fun anyway, I'm not entirely sure. Dear Ric, I am glad you are here to spend time with the kids. Thank you for the book. Dear Thanksgiving, you were good, but strange. I took a nap instead of cleaning. wierd. I laughed and cried. And while basting the turkey the juices shot out hitting me right in the eye. I could have won funniest hime videos with that scene. Luckily there was no else there to see it. Dear Self, I tell the kids it's ok to cry all the time, so I'm trying to tell myself that too. I hate crying, but sometimes you can't help it. I hate heartache. I am glad that the Lord never says didn't you cry about this yesterday.
