Prospero ano y felizidad

The second post of the day and its only 10 past 10:00. !! Oh well, I just had a little bit more I wanted to write. Today is my Daddy's birthday. Joe Malon Thomason would be...57 today? haha Kim and I were talking about how Daddy always said people thought Mama was "robbing the cradle" with him, even though she is younger than him! Mr. Conceited haha. I miss him. Seth was talking about him the other day. "Your daddy is in heaven and he was a policeman". I wish so bad that the kids could know him and vice versa. I know they all would've loved each other. Anyway, I just wanted to make note of the fact that its his birthday. I hope to go out to the cemetary this weekend and leave some flowers or something. I don't go out there very often, for one reason, its an hour away, and for another, it just makes me so sad. But I do like to go occasionally. I do feel some small spark of connection there. Its so ironic that I work next door to where he used to work. Occasionally cops come in and there's this one cop that knew him, and I just sort of wistfully look at them, in their uniforms, looking so strong and brave, like I remember Daddy being. I miss him. I guess that's all I can say. That, and I'm thankful for having him the years I had him for a dad.