It's supposed to be your first father's day!

So.

Today is supposed to be my due date. June 16th, 2013. However, chubster obviously has no intention of showing up today. I feel a tad bit crampy and tired, but I'm not in labor, so I think it's safe to say... "he's not coming today."

40 weeks!

But.
Today is also Father's Day! So although not officially Officially Officially a daddy, hubby and I still celebrated by making ourselves some bomb carne asada dinner. We stayed home and just relaxed. I mean after our late night out yesterday, we needed the time out. Just he and I.

Father's Day Dinner

So.
Although baby isn't here we're now hoping he comes on hubby's birthday... which is Tuesday, June 18th. I hope so. It would mean so much to my hubby. I can see it in his eyes whenever he says it. So (talking to baby bump) please come on Tuesday.... daddy and mommy really want to meet ya already!

In the meantime.
It's still father's day and I haven't been able to stop thinking of the two men that were always there for me from day one. My father and my grandfather. Lord knows I would not be whom I am today without those two. I so thank God for placing them in my life because unlike many, I know what a true father is because they never failed me. Amen to these wonderful men. Hubby included :)

My daddy-o and I.... waaaaaaay back!

My viejito Alejandro :) Miss him dearly!

Hubby and I

RIP Abuelito

My grandfather was an awesome man. He lived a humble life. Always thinking about others and hardly ever of himself. He was the kind of man that would just bring happiness to everyone he encountered. The kind of human I can only dream of ever being. I felt awful when he passed, but never did I doubt that he'd make it to heaven. I keep telling myself "how could he not?" He was the best.

The family.

I truly miss him, but at the same time I am happy he is in a better place. I enjoyed his presence in my life. I enjoyed every bit of him. His stories, his jokes, his little shiny eyes, but most of all his contagious smile.

Saddest day thus far. Carrying our abuelito to his final resting place.

It makes me happy to know that at 86 he was able to see not only his grandkids, but his great grandkids. It's funny to think that when we were little and we behaved he prized us with a quarter and with the grandkids he prized them with dollars.

Angie and Clarice holding grandpa's portrait.

No matter what he never forgot about the familia. He always made time for us and showed us that you can be an active Cristian without forgetting about your human family. He never ever made us feel less for not being religious. And for that I thank him. I thank him for his undying love and his never ending faith in God.

Baby Pearl, Jackie, George, Angie, Omar, Grandma, me, Mom, Luis, and Martha next to my grandpa's tomb.

It is his faith that kept us together. It is his faith that allows me to believe that now my baby is up in heaven enjoying his great grandfather. I think thats why I find comfort in his death. Because my grandfather and my child are together now.

The primos, George, Luis, and Manuel giving their final respects to grandpa

I feel bad for the heartache my family is going through, but I know if we stick together through these hard times things will be alright. I know we'll heal. I know life will go on.

Rest in peace abuelito. I love you so much.