Today as I drove to pick Greyson up from school this afternoon, this song came on the radio... The next thing I knew I was balling my eyes out, I couldn't breathe or see, or think straight...
I'm not sure why I'm posting this... Sometimes I feel like I edit myself a lot. On one hand I want this blog to be a record for Greyson, his memory book of sorts. On the other I am frequently compelled to write for me, for what's real and raw and happening in my life, our lives...
Dear Greyson,
I want you to know how lucky you are. You have the best daddy anyone could ever ask for. A father that you'll never ever be scared of, who will always come through for you and never disappoint, he won't let you down, he'll always have your back. A father who you will know loves you no matter what and for just being you, you'll never feel like you're not good enough, because he shows you everyday that you're everything and then some. A father who teaches you how to love, how to earn respect, how to be kind and gentle, how to laugh and how to live. You have a daddy that will never hurt you, never. You have a daddy that every child deserves...
I love you Greyson and I love your Daddy, for being the best dad ever and so much more...
Love,
Momma
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