Five years without dad have past. Bring on year six! I love how he lives on in so many different ways. This is just another tribute to the man many call......The Bibleman. I always just kind of called him dad.
Over the summer my middle-ish daughter and I would wake up in our pjs and watch one of the Star Wars episodes in our basement. She is now finally all caught up with the story. It is weird to think she knows just as much as me now when it comes to the Star Wars story.