My father turns sixty today, and for a man of six decades I think he looks pretty good. I watched him laugh and talk with his friends and our family, but I saw the sadness.
He misses my mother. I have no doubt about that. They loved each other so much.
Carrie and Sebastian and Maddie made it down from St. Louis. Carrie has less than two weeks before her due date. I can’t help but remember the last time she was this close to delivery. Remember the night Maddie was born.
It was weeks before I was able to even see my only niece. Hell, it was weeks before I was even cognizant enough to know what was going on for more than half an hour at a time. They kept me pretty doped up for a while there.
But this time will be different. I am going to be there for the baby’s birth, just like I am going to be there for Brynna’s baby. And Jillian and Syd’s when they have them.
I am going to be the best aunt possible. And I’ll buy them as many expensive presents as I can get away with.
It’s my aunt privilege, isn’t it?
I’ve sit here too long. I need to either get up and move around or I’m going to pay for it later.
I’ve been rambling again, haven’t I?
Dad’s party was a definite success. Brynna hid inside for most of it, but Chance stayed with her, of course. She reemerged in time for the cake and ice cream, at least.
Lacy sang a sexy song, just for my dad. He blushed. Everyone enjoyed it.
I’m glad he’s doing ok. I know what happened weighs on him, too.
We’ll get through this. I know we all will. We’re Becks after all.