comparison

Bud, 

Where to begin.  Tonight has not been the easiest for us.  We are about to enter the week that I feel in my heart to be the toughest.  Lilly is starting school.  What should be the happiest moment, up to this point of her short, amazing life, carries this deep pain for me with it.  I have, lately, found myself doing something that is out of character for me, comparing.  I think of all the parents that will be getting their kids ready for the same first day of school and my heart literally aches to think that Lilly will not have you there with her.  How many little girls will go home and show off what they did on the first day to their daddies, like she used to do with you.  How many husbands and wives are laying in bed right now talking about how fast the time went.

I guess the word I should be using is jealousy.

I have never really been one to look at another's life and be jealous...why would I?  A husband I could share everything with, an awesome daughter that is truly a blessing to this world, amazing friends and family.  Wants, yes, but jealousy, no.

Now, I notice it everyday.  A dad carrying his kid in the grocery store.  A couple at the movie theater.  And that very generic saying of "Why Me!!!" creeps up.  Don't get me wrong, do I wish it on those people, No!

I, of course, deal with these feelings myself.  I am really happy for Lilly to start school this week.  As you can imagine, she is super excited.  But even in this moment of excitement, she picks The Invisible String to read for her bedtime story.  She asks me questions about you going to Heaven again, some new like "how did daddy get there?", and others repeated like "does daddy miss us in heaven like we miss him?".  She told you about her weekend  and through in her usual, "I hope you're having fun with all of those Angels!"  She closes her eyes to go to sleep and says "I really wish my daddy was here and not in Heaven."  Me to.

This funk of comparing our new life to those all around me is bound to pass and I'm sure I'll find myself in some other funk to try to figure out. 



Your pep talk to Lilly about boys on her first day of Preschool


I wish you could be here to walk her to school.

Miss you more then words.
Luv Ya,
Jenn