"What they don’t know is my dad and me–
We drove her out to Tennessee
And she’s still here and now he’s gone
So I hold on."
- Dierks Bentley.
This part of this song makes me think of my Dad every time I hear it. The things we hold onto.
I wish I had his truck. Or more of his stuff. I don't have a lot. But thankfully, I do have pictures.
Because memories do fade over time. It has been 3 1/2 years since he passed, and already I have to really struggle to picture his face, his hands, the dark hair on his knuckles, his feet, his toes that I inherited. His back. He always mowed the lawn shirtless. I inherited his love for the sun, and his fair skin that easily burns. He always wore crew socks with shorts, when it wasn't so popular. He loved music, just as I do. Thanks to him, I love oldies and old Country (Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, and Keith Whitley).
I look in the mirror and see his face almost every day. The laugh lines around my eyes, the shape of my eyes. My smile, my chin. Even my nose. All my Dad. I wish he could see how much I look like him now that I am getting older.
Just remembering him today. And thankful for pictures so that my kids will know what he looked like. And see the resemblance in themselves.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.