He's home today...well, I don't know that for sure, but I think it's safe to assume. Part of me wants him to show up, ring in hand and fight for me...all of me knows that it's not going to happen. I try not to let the disappointment flood me, or to give any hint to anyone that something is wrong. The only person who may have a clue is Doc, and luckily I don't have to face this until next week when I see her.

In the mean time I've asked Mr. Dyer to be Charlie's godfather. I'm supposed to call him on Friday, so that we can actually talk about everything. I'm sure he's got more questions then he really wanted me to know...or perhaps he's just needing time to think about what to say to me...Either way, I have to figure out the baptism information at the Cathedral, and then talk to him Friday.

It's Daddy's birthday today...52 already. Goodness time goes by. I love that man. If any man on earth I can say I truly love...I love my Daddy.

...and I hope Charlie can say that someday.