2 1/2 years

It’s been 2 1/2 years since Bob has been gone. It’s weird how some of these dates effect you more than others. I’ve always had a weird thing with numbers. Phone numbers and dates just stick out easily in my head. I remember when we were younger if one of my friends wanted to know someones phone number, birthday or when something happened, they always asked me. It’s not another “year mark” but it is a number that is greater than how old Caleb was when Bob died. He wasn’t even 2 1/2 and it breaks my heart.

He’s actually been having some difficulty the past few weeks at school and swim because he has Bob on his mind more and more and he’s been asking a lot about him. His teachers have been great and they understand that it’s him grieving. Last night was really good though because both boys asked lots of questions and I was so happy to answer them all. We then watched videos of daddy and they laughed so much. It made my heart happy hearing them laugh like they were. They said “daddy was so funny!”. Yes! He was so very funny! I love having these videos of Bob and knowing the boys really see how great he was.

The other day I decided to take the only plant I kept from Bob’s funeral to a local nursery to be repotted so I picked out a new pot and left it in their hands. It’s something I could have done myself but I was afraid to mess it up because the plant is very important to me. I almost killed it in the first year I had it because I didn’t know what kind it was and was taking care of it all wrong. Once I figured out what it was and started taking care of it properly it slowly started to look better and better. When Logan got home from school that day it was the first thing he noticed and asked, “where’s daddy’s plant?!” I didn’t realize the kids would even care but they do. I picked it up today and it just looks like it has a new life to it after 2 1/2 years. Brought tears to my eyes.