Dad

My dad passed away when I was four months pregnant with Jackson. Each Father's Day since, I find myself spending much of the day thinking of him...reliving memories, looking at pictures, and I cry. I miss him, and I miss the grandfather that he would be to my boys. He was extraordinary. He was different. He loved people...he really loved us. He spent his entire legal career fighting for those that were needy. He liked ice cream. He made us fresh lemonade when we came back from the park. He loved New York, so he took us there. He memorized entire Shakespeare plays, and entire books of the Bible. He chuckled. He always drove a broken down car because one that worked too well he deemed extravagant. He put me through college. He taught me to love learning. I wish he would have taught me how to make his famous peanut butter fudge...

That isn't enough...I don't have all the right words to share...but they're in my heart today.