Dick is in charge of lining up speakers for our church for July. He told one good sister that he couldn’t remember when she’d spoken last, and she kindly reminded him that she’d spoken on Father’s Day (three weeks ago).
Dick called me after church today to ask if he was there that Sunday and/or if I knew why he couldn’t remember her speaking. I reminded him that that was the day that Spot was sick and so he was wrestling both Sally and Susan during the service. Apparently it’s hard to pay attention when you’re in charge of two (or three) kids.
In other news, Dick is missing us excruciatingly and counting the days until he joins us. He feels, quite frankly, that an important part of himself (one might even say the best part) is absent. Susan has realized that daddy isn’t just “at work,” and said today, “I want my daddy.” Me too.
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