Jamie, you would have turned 23 yesterday. I had shots of tequila on my mind the night before, thinking of you and your daddy. He went down to the beach last night to spend time alone with you.
I don’t know my daddy’s birthday and thus is just once a year I mourn.
I think about how different everything would be. You know she wanted to split you kids up leaving you to your daddy, and they divorced after your baby sister was born eventually anyway. I think they’d divorced if you’d lived too, but I fear you’d have both the burden of us if they were your fault, splitting kids not to be as obvious.
Oh Jamie. What I do think is that I heard there will be 144,000 men who were chaste virgins reign as kings with Christ for a grand thousand years before you’d return daddy’s princess.
By the time your heart loves honor will be.
Jamie, how I worry for your little sister.
On a happy note — how I love my husband.
He lays bare butt and beautiful. I can’t seem to stop looking at him, and I love him for so much more.