Dominic had a habit of managing to travel on his birthday and often into the summer months.
He’d jump at every opportunity to go here, there and everywhere.
He had the heart of an adventurer and life on our little farm in the middle of rural Alabama didn’t often offer the excitement his heart craved.
So just after his first year in Law School, he chose to study abroad for a short semester in the spring of 2013.
The rest of us gathered for the traditional Father’s Day photo with my husband and I thought it would be funny (and probably irritate Dom a bit) if I held up a photo of him as a two-year-old since he wasn’t there.
It WAS funny at the time.
And he saw it half way around the world and thought so too.
It popped up in my Facebook memories yesterday.
It’s not funny anymore.
Those broad smiles have been wiped right off our faces.
Because the ONLY way we can include Dominic in ANY family pictures anymore is with a photograph.
And while we’ve yet to have as many years between us as in the picture I held up that day, they’re coming (if we live and the Lord tarries).
I hate that.