Another Birthday . . .

Today would have been Michael's 56th birthday. A few weeks ago I began thinking about how we could honor his memory on his birthday - for all our sakes, but especially for Michaela. She needs to grow up experiencing things that help her appreciate her daddy and who he was. I decided that both sides of the family should get together for a dim sum lunch at the place Michael and I liked. I hadn't been there without him, but it was a lovely way to be together on his birthday. Cameras were flashing throughout lunch, but not mine. I had my hands full with my baby girl. Hopefully, I will be able to post some later as they show up on Facebook or in my email.

Speaking of Facebook, it became obvious to me that some of Michael's FB "friends" didn't really know him all that well. Some of their birthday wishes were stated in such a way that they must not know that Michael is no longer with us. I notified a couple of them, and one lady (seemed like a high school acquaintance) was really apologetic and asked me to remove her comment on his wall. I gladly did so. Sheesh!

It really wasn't a hard day for me emotionally because I was too preoccupied with Michaela. Poor little thing is teething. Consequently, she is very clingy and fussy. Funny how the Lord uses other things in my life to get me through what I always anticipate will be difficult days. Since knowing I was pregnant with Michaela, and all that that entailed, I have been blessedly distracted on days that should be difficult.

That's not to say that I don't miss Michael. I miss him all the time. I miss being married. I miss all the thoughtful things he did for me. I miss his companionship. There is a huge hole in my life and in my heart that is only mitigated by knowing where he is and that I will see him again. I can't wait to see that smile again, and to feel his embrace.