2nd Birthday

I can't believe Taylor would have been two years old. It felt so much longer. It felt like I missed her for a much longer time. Yet, it has only been slightly under two years. How many more years do I have to feel this way? I don't really know. I guess it depends on when I get called back to the Lord. 

In a few days, we could have been taking her back to the US to see her family in the States. We could have been deciding what clothes to bring and what not to; we could have been talking about what presents she wants to give to grandma or grandpa or to her aunts and uncles but we are not; we could have been talking about tricks to prank on different people and who to piss off but we are not; we could have been... 

I could have been planning what to buy for her second birthday. What do you buy your daughter on her second birthday? Do you start buying her princessy stuff or get her a utility knife? Hell, I don't know. Instead of having a birthday party for her, here I am sitting in a bar/restaurant having corn chips, salsa, and beer. Not planned of course... It just happened.

Unplanned of course, someone had to ask me if I had kids. I was thinking today, if we do have another kid, do we say that that's our only child or do we say second? Because I don't want this child to feel like he/she is playing second fiddle (no offends to second fiddlers out there).  

It's been a good day at work... But it was cold, dark and gloomy for me. 

Happy Birthday Taylor, you are the only bright spark for me today.