Happy Father's Day!

Last father's day I was giving birth to beautiful little Chloe. I had Miguel and my mother with me. Two news stations came out and did a Father's Day special featuring Chloe as the Father's Day baby. This father's day is quite a bit different. I had to go to all three hours of church because the primary sang a few father's day songs, and it's my job to accompany them. So I went to sacrament meeting, and the first girl who spoke read a poem about fathers, and I don't know if it's just the pregnancy hormones or what, but I couldn't help but think of Miguel and my eyes started to tear up thinking that he's gone again and how much he loves Chloe and wants to be here with us. I know I bitch and moan about him a lot, but he really is a wonderful person and he's very caring. I do truly love him. Sometimes he pisses me off, but that's true for everyone. Anyway, the girl kept talking, and I was fighting tears the entire time. It turns out she and I have A LOT in common. She's pregnant and having a girl at the end of September. She's almost 23. She went through a big rebellion phase and moved in with a guy she'd only known for 1 week (I moved to Texas and moved in with a guy I'd only met in person once). She also has a step father who has been much more of a father to her than her biological dad. Lucky for her, the guy that she moved in with turned out to be a really good guy and now they're married and have one little girl and another on the way. They both are teachers or something for the primary, and her husband usually holds Chloe for me when I have to play piano. He seems very sweet. Anyway, as she was telling her life story or whatever, she was saying that she was grateful God was watching out for her even though she was doing all the wrong things. She knew she could have met some abusive, jerk guy instead of her husband, but she says God took care of her, regardless of the fact that she was in the midst of her rebellion. I guess if that's the way it works, I have God to thank as well. Miguel believes that God brought us together. I'd like to think that, but I honestly don't know. Whether or not a God had anything to do with it, I am glad that we found each other. And I'm so thankful that we have sweet little Chloe. I love that little girl so much. I posted this toga picture from yesterday, but as you can see, I edited out the nasty red carpet and dull wall with wires and crap all over the floor. It's a little corny, but I like it much more than the original. If only my house really looked like that...

Sometimes I feel like Pistachio needs a buddy. She's laying on the floor right now and for some reason I think she looks lonely. But she's been such a good kitty, and I don't want to risk throwing another one into the mix and messing that up. Plus, twice the cat poo? I don't think so. And I won't be able to handle giving away another pet if getting another cat makes them start acting like a couple of little pricks. I still have dreams about Lily all the time. The other day I saw a dog rummaging around in some trash and I started to cry. The dog looked nothing like Lily, and Lily didn't rummage around in trash, but for some reason it just made me remember that I'd given away my best friend and I couldn't believe it. I wonder if my dreams about her will ever stop. You would think that I wouldn't dream about my high school boyfriend, but I still have at least one dream a week with him in it. It's really annoying. I really wish they would stop because he was total prick and I never want to think about him again, but every week I'm reminded about him. It's been three years since I've even seen the jerk. I wouldn't mind too bad if the Lily dreams didn't stop because she was a sweet dog, but I really could do without the Wayne dreams.

I guess that's it. Chloe's taking a nap so I'm trying to decide if I want to try and take a nap while she's sleeping. I don't know if I really need one, but naps always sound good. I know, I'll look over the sunday paper and see if that puts me to sleep.