Dear Dad

Dear Dad,
Big moving day today...well bigger moving day than any other. We've just been bringing things over here and there. Lexi's room is pretty much set up and Eric and I have our bed here. Oh and my bookshelf with my books is here too. Eric really is pretty good to me. I realize a bookshelf wasn't really worthy of being on the furniture priority list. James has really been helping out a bunch. I need to find a nice gift for him as a thank you. The patio is cleaned up and looks really nice. I'm excited to have that space outside, especially since the weather is so nice this time of year. I'm a little worried about Mom. She's been sleeping a lot, though I don't want to push too hard and realize that everyone works things out in their own ways. I think things are going to be okay though. I mean I know they have to be; there is nothing else. I still just feel guilty thinking it and for the moments when my heart is content or even happy with thoughts of the future because I know they'll never completely include you -at least in the way that you've been there before.

-Tiff