So it all started with one Sunday afternoon we were grocery shopping and I asked Pook if she wanted to take her daddy's tombstone some flowers...she said yes and spent some time picking out the arrangement that she felt was perfect. So now when we are at a grocery store she asks if we can take some flowers to her daddy's tombstone, and the answer will always be yes we can...It is funny to watch her pick the perfect arrangement, some are too pink, too purple and then out of no where she says ummmm, how about that one..so we grab it pay for everything and head over to the cemetery. At a very young age I started calling it daddy's tombstone because I never wanted her get confused and think he would be there if I said you wanna go see daddy, this way she knows it is his tombstone only. We don't spend too much time there but her and Jess go fill up his water cup, she adds the flower food and I put all the flowers in, then she kisses her daddy's pic hugs the tombstone and we are done. It is moments like these that I know I have done right by her and our lil family by always being honest with her about what has happened to her daddy. Here are a few pics of today at the cemetery. 
precious.
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