This morning I got up early...6:30am. I came down the stairs and started looking around. I sat down and went through photo albums dad had saved through the years... looking at photos of his life, and all of the memories he has made. He has every photo we have sent him over the years of the kids, he has paintings the kids have made him hanging on the walls, and he has cross stitch patterns that I made when I was little still proudly displayed in his kitchen.
There is something about this house... so much has changed over the years but, when I walk into this house it is always the same. This house IS my dad and all things that are him!
