an ode to my dad

Cary Allen Brown
November 21, 1961- September 27, 2008
My dad had a heart attack at the age of 47.

Sometimes I get mad, most times I get sad.
He was always there for me.
He was my dad.
I was always a daddy's girl.
We even wore matching clothes.
And thinking back on those days
Doesn't make me ashamed

He planted the seeds inside of my heart
At a young age,
I knew not what he taught.
As I grew older
I remembered the words he told me.
I gave my life to Christ
And all things felt right.

I wish I could tell him how thankful I am
For trying his best to raise me just right.
I'm glad that I know that I'll see him again
But right now its hard because I really miss him.

footprints for daddy

Since Micah is on deployment I figured I would keep him updated with Hailey's growth not only with pictures and videos but her foot once a month. It seems like such a simple task especially since my child cannot walk or crawl or sit without a little support as of yet....WRONG! She may not be able to do those things but she can kick her legs, try to roll over grab her foot while I am trying to paint it. Needless to say I didn't get many pictures while making her prints (I was too busy trying not to get blue and pink paint everywhere) just the end results!