Life..........

anayamia:

My dad took this picture and made this post on his tumblr. We try not to talk about how much we miss e/o together because it can get a little heart wrenching…and funny enough, neither of us wants to see the other one hurting. But reading this, i see i miss him just as much as he misses me. And it makes me sad to think about how much that really is…because if he’s feeling what i’m feeling…that means he’s hurting pretty bad.

Yes, we’re happy to experience new experiences & try new things. I know he’s proud i’m getting out into the world and spreading my wings ….but at the end of the day i was someone’s daughter before i was someone’s wife, and i was someone’s daughter before i became a mother. & truth be told i’m a daddy’s girl to the end. No matter how much i grow, no matter how far i go, i’ll always be his little girl & a peice of my heart will always have a hole as long as i’m away from him, my mom & sisters. <3

epifanio:

I got home from work today just as the neighborhood ice cream truck drove by. There was a time I hated that truck and dreaded the music that sounded from its monotone speaker. The music that sent my kids into a shark like feeding frenzy. They would run in circles yelling “ice cream! Ice cream!” They would work as a team, one fetching me and the other 2 preventing the truck from leaving. Once I was lured to the truck, I would witness my girls begging for ice creams, candies, pickles and at times the dreaded eggs in “that red juice”.

 It got to the point that the truck wouldn’t drive by, he would actually PARK in front of my house and wait for the girls. I would peek out the window and signal him to LEAVE, GO, LEAVE US ALONE! 

Years have passed and my oldest daughter has married and has 2 daughters of her own. The ice cream truck shows up and now there are 5 girls in my living room doing the frenzy dance. I would tell my daughters “STOP HIM!” This time it was me as a grandpa buying the ice cream, candy, pickles and the dreaded eggs in “that red juice”. I was happy to see my girls walk in the door, goodies in hand and smiling ear to ear.

Today, my kids are grown up and rarely home and my grand kids have left to live in Germany. The house is empty, the ice cream truck doesn’t stop here anymore and as I watch him drive away I catch myself whispering “come back”. 

This is the sweetest post ever, especially that last line “come back.”