My Dad HATED paper plates. In hindsight, I don’t really know why. Mom would dish out paper plates to all of us kids, especially on pizza night. Dad would always say, “I want a REAL plate not a paper plate!”
One day I found a plastic plate that looked just like a paper plate. It was his father’s day present one year when I was still in high school. The plate was moved to my parent’s new house in town and just the other day, (remember how I said our favorite pizza place has $13 supreme pizzas this month? Yeah – we’ve been using that coupon to the full extent) we brought mom some pizza.
Craig told me to just use paper plates to save on dishes. I went in the cupboard and found this. Roger’s “real” plate. It made me smile.
The past two weeks have just been really heavy. I’ve really been missing Dad and so has Carver. Craig mentioned how he misses talking to him about woodworking and having someone to talk farming with. I think we are all in a bit of a slump. Carver has been talking about Papa Moo non-stop which is great but makes a hard day a little harder. There are little reminders are everywhere. Some days they make me laugh, some days they bring me to my knees.
Thanks for reading. See you all again tomorrow morning bright and early at 0530.
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