seasons

It's hard to believe it's almost spring.  This will be the third season change without you... summer to fall, fall to winter, winter to spring.

Seeing all the farm equipment traveling around our part of the county just makes me miss you more... You should be on one of those tractors driving here and there... Gearing up for a busy spring and harvest.

I miss your goofiness... they way you always said "hey" when you called or came by... a random text that could be about anything... I still can't believe you're gone.

The tulips I planted in the fall are coming up.  Just a few inches above ground so far.  I'd hoped by the time they bloomed it would be easier living in a world without you.... perhaps someday, but not yet today.

Missing you on this rainy, almost spring, Sunday.
Love you more,
Mom