Happy Birthday, Dad

Today is my dad's birthday.  For about the last month, I have been dreaming about my dad just about every night.  It's been very strange.  Some of the dreams are things that actually happened when he was alive and some things are events that have happened since he died.  Yet, in those dreams, he's right in the thick of things, enjoying himself and laughing with us.

Every morning when I wake up from these dreams, my first thought is of him - and it's been really comforting to have these dreams.  It's almost as if he's there sharing things with us now.  Watching the grandbabies grow up with me. I don't know how to explain it, but these dreams are not the least bit upsetting.  I hope they don't stop, because I really like having my dad around ~~ even if it's only in my mind.

Happy birthday, daddy.  I love you and miss you.  Always and forever.