On Sunday, I helped put together a really fun day for my parents.
My dad wanted to propose, again, to my mom.
They never really had a wedding and will be celebrating
40 years next October.
So, for a few weeks I was preparing little details... the bouquet I wanted to make my mom, the clues for a scavenger hunt, how I would hide in the bushes to get pictures of the event. All of these details and plans would have be SO MUCH more fun if Candi had been with me.
My dad wanted to propose, again, to my mom.
They never really had a wedding and will be celebrating
40 years next October.
So, for a few weeks I was preparing little details... the bouquet I wanted to make my mom, the clues for a scavenger hunt, how I would hide in the bushes to get pictures of the event. All of these details and plans would have be SO MUCH more fun if Candi had been with me.
There is no one else who loves my parents like I do. No one else that grew up knowing their life stories and how their love began. And no one else that would have enjoyed putting all the details together like I did.
As I was sitting at the park waiting at the final destination, I was sad.
I wish Candi could have been there with me. Not only to enjoy in the fun of the day, and the silliness that was going on in regard to certain events. But because I wish she could be here to see how my parent's have changed so much over these past 20 years. I can just imagine the laughter that we would have shared on Sunday.
These are the times I miss Candi most...
1 comment:
I wish I had something deep and meaningful to say. It's hurts. It's amazing how those moments sneak up on you. It's the unexpected moments of missing them that are the roughest. Thinking of you...
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