Morning time at my parents’ house has always been so peaceful and comforting to me. After Daddy passed, I didn’t think I would ever get that back. It has been the most heart-breaking part of his loss. 

Daddy and I were typically the first ones up. We would spend a few precious moments alone together catching up, talking about current events, and just discussing life in general. I always cherished that time. 

These past several months, I’ve had to adjust to his absence in the mornings when staying at their house. It has been difficult to bear at times, but I’ve muscled through it, for him, for me, and for the rest of the family. This morning, however, I felt more at peace than ever. I got up early and my mom was already awake tending to Ava, the first to awake, and making sure we had breakfast. 

Before I knew it all the girls were awake, and we sat at the breakfast table eating donuts and chatting.  They had no idea how much their presence and their chatter was such a comfort to me. It was pure joy. I’m so grateful for spending that time with them and their silly and delightful conversations.