I hate Father's day now. Sorry. I do. There are very, very few reasons i have to celebrate it. I miss my Papa John.
The 4th of July. It was always a Whicker thing. Lost Creek, Fillmore, Maple Grove, all places where we celebrated my grandpa Deans birthday. And every year (literally every year), he would reassure us all the fireworks were to celebrate his birth... i miss him too.
I sent my kiddo off camping with the sis, then he's off to Funmore for swimming lessons... ill see him in a week... i already miss the lil bug.
i miss being able to blog- i used to do it, but that was when i had more to life than nursing school...
and i miss more than anything...... ENERGY... my reserve tank is puttering on fumes here... but in good time... i sure hope it returns...

a long lost picture from maple grove i found.... awwww
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