That Day

I always imagined when Dad died life would kinda stand still.

Okay, that's not true. I never really imagined Dad dying. Of course, I didn't think Dad would live forever...but you know what I mean.

I think.

I hope.

Anyway, the morning after Dad died I was a little surprised that I still needed to wake up, make breakfast, and take Lily to school. I just kinda thought I'd curl up in the fetal position and stay that way...well...forever...or a little longer.

Don't get me wrong, Tony was SUPER supportive. It's just that there's this certain little 5 year old who still expected her mother to be...well...her mother. The nerve!

Anyway, the morning after Dad died my little sweetie had a few things she wanted to talk to me about. Lily let me know - in no uncertain terms - that if I was going to keep her at school for lunch I was *expected* to pack her a lunch.

I assured Lily that when I dropped her off at school I didn't know that I wouldn't be picking her up that afternoon and if I had known I would certainly have packed her a lunch.

Of course, the little turkey didn't tell me that the school arranged for her to have Chick-fil-a for lunch that day and that she (and all the other kids) thought that that was incredibly cool!!!

Oh, and Lily also let me know if I wasn't going to pick her up from school in the afternoon I was to let her know in the morning because she didn't like not knowing who would be picking her up.

Again, I assured Lily when I dropped her off at school that morning that I didn't know I wouldn't be picking her up that afternoon. You know that little turkey didn't tell me that she had a BLAST at Ms. Tara's and she and J thoroughly enjoyed the fact that not only did J pick Lily up from school in J's mom's car, but that they also got to have dinner together. It really is all about life's simple pleasures.

In some weird way I love that the ABSOLUTE worst day in my life was actually a GREAT day in Lily's life.