Bossman, from the moment I met you I knew you were going to be a special part of my world. Every morning you lit up my little gas station with your smart mouth and caring soul. You were there from the very beginning of Amaryllis’s precious life. From attending her baby shower, to being a part of every birthday even from afar sometimes. That little girl had you wrapped around her finger and you loved it. I wish I could tell you how much you meant to us both. How much we miss you, and how I will never forget the days we spent together. You taught me so much, and although we had our hard times, you ALWAYS made sure to let me know that you loved me and the kids. I don’t know how to live a life where I don’t get to hear your voice or get your random messages telling me you love me. A life without our random road trips, singing at the top of our lungs. Getting facials and pillow fights in Walmart. Whip cream fights, pranks in the office, making fun of each other while cooking, remodeling the house… they’ll all just be memories now and my soul isn’t okay with that. I pray that you’ve found peace, and look down on the kids and I, knowing you’re still part of our world. 🖤