I've been dreaming about my dad a lot lately. They aren't nightmares and aren't anything horribly emotional. He's just there, smiling. I miss him a lot and yesterday was strange without him watching football and hollering with the guys. As I looked around the table after dinner, it struck me how much older we look. I don't know if it is all the things this year has put on us or if I just finally took a moment to really, really look at my family. My youngest niece is almost taller than me, the nephews have abandoned their video games for girlfriends, and my sisters and I have similar twinkle wrinkles. It made me wonder how long we'll all have to be together and it made me grateful for the time we have. I think my dad was with us, or his spirit was. (maybe that's what got my husband so excited about the game???) At any rate, I'm thankful for the time.