I can't flip the calendar over to March without thanking God for this extra-special man who was born to poor tenant farmers in a small house in rural Indiana...
...who would grow up into the strong, handsome, take-on-the-world man who I knew as Daddy.
I miss him every single day, but I know he's Home and reveling in his eternal reward.
But I still miss him.
Every. Single. Day.
Rainbows always make me think of Dad. He loved spotting them and sharing them with us.
February rainbows are rare in Indiana, but a sweet reminder of my Daddy as we prepare to move into March and its promises of spring.