Father's Day

Triple S had a rough day yesterday, and so did I. Well, Saturday wasn't great either. We had a fight on the way to the botanical gardens. I hadn't been there since Serenity died. I was kinda avoiding it. This is one of my favorite places and I couldn't wait to share it with Serenity. I wanted to join the mom's walking group there. Well, after being angry at each other for awhile, and smelling all the roses without talking to each other, we finally came around. We went off to smell some lilies, (no smell) and I just started crying. Stress from fighting over something stupid, over my dreams of Triple S dying, over missing Serenity.

I woke Triple S up mid-morning on Father's Day. I couldn't wait any longer to give him his card. It was sweet, about life being unpredictable and he a great husband. He started crying when he say the "Happy Father's Day" at then end. After we hugged and he started to calm down, I gave him his stick figure family. He cried at this too. I made his with a soccer ball, mine as a gardener, Serenity's as an Angel that says "Missed" underneath, and the dog and the cat.

We put the stick figure family on the back side window of his CRV. He chose to put it on the drivers side. After it was up, he said he will be sad every time he gets in the car, but he will also think about our family. As broken as it is.