Happy birthday, Bumpa.
There are so many things and people I wish you were here for. I wish you’d met Josh, gotten to know the man I’d marry and share your wisdom and stories and humor. I can imagine both of you working on computers together, making egg sandwiches together, laughing at silly jokes and making all the puns. You would’ve loved him.
I wish you’d been at the hospital when Levi was born, to hold him and watch him stare back up at you. I often wonder if you would’ve said Levi did the same as I did when you first held me — you said I stared right back and you knew I was a thinker, an observer. You wouldn’t have gotten enough of him. He was almost born on your birthday; only 10 days apart, and I know you would’ve been so close.
I wish you could still send me those sweet emails, the encouragement I always needed and the facts and tidbits we both enjoyed. I wish we could sit together and talk business and photography, go on photoshoots and get ice cream.
You don’t have any more birthdays on earth but I know Heaven is treating you even better than we ever could. I know you’re with Jesus in the best place possible. And really, that’s the only comfort I have missing you here. Maybe you’ll get to have the most amazing coffee ice cream today? ;)
I’m going to go get some tissues now. I love you, Bumpa. Always.