I Miss You a Little, John Michael Montgomery

So, last night Ted and I were karaoke-ing in the living room.  Every song somehow reminded me of dad.  He either sang it, arranged it, directed it or taught it!  I had a hard time with some of them.  Then I was just putzing at housecleaning and Ted sang this next song (absolutely gorgeously, I might add).  I didn't know the song, so I listened to the words.  I was a goner.  It all fit my situation perfectly.  I had to go find them and share them.  Enjoy and take the time to remember...


I Miss You a Little
John Michael Montgomery


Sometimes a song can touch a nerve
That takes me back to you
When I pick up my old guitar
And I play your favorite tune
Every now and then, some little thing
I've buried comes bubblin' up
And once in a while, you feel close enough to touch

I miss you a little since you've been gone
A few little memories keep hangin' on
I miss you a little, I guess you could say
A little too much, a little too often
A little more every day

When I go by our old house
I pretend that you're still there
Waitin' for me on the porch
But there's just an empty chair
Wish I could see you just one more time
Before I drive away
So I could stop and go inside, and say

I miss you a little since you've been gone
A few little memories keep hangin' on
I miss you a little, I guess you could say
A little too much, a little too often
A little more every day
A little too much, a little too often
A little more every day

Have a great week!


Leslie :)

Father's Day

I never thought I'd be adding another blog here, but again, I feel compelled.

Father's Day is tomorrow.  My Dad's not here and I don't quite know what to do.  I don't know what to think.  I've never had a Father's Day that I didn't call my Dad. 

I talked to my mom the other day and was consoling her.  She was having a rough day and was sad.  I told her that everything we do is going to be the first time without dad.  The first wedding anniversary, the first Father's Day, the first birthday.  Once we do that first whatever, that's one more hurdle we jumped.  I guess I should listen to myself.  It's easier consoling somebody else, or making them feel better.  How do I make myself feel better?  It's not as easy.  I guess that's why I took to the computer keyboard.  I don't have much to say, I just had to say that I miss my Dad.  I love my Dad.  I wish my Dad was here.

Happy Father's Day to the best father anybody could be blessed with.  I love you, Popsicle.