This is the time of year that everything slows down for me. My father and I have been birthday buddies since I was born. Every year we looked forward to September. We are the only members of our family that didn't have Spring birthdays~I can remember always feeling so special that it was just the two of us. My birthday is on the 20th and his exactly one week later on the 27th. Usually, we would share a big chocolate cake and tease the one whose birthday ended up being on a weekday. In about eleven days it will be 3 years since my father lost his battle with Cancer. I shouldn't really call it a battle! He was diagnosed in August and he died in October~ that's hardly enough time to put up much of a fight!! He never even made it to his first Chemo treatment. It has been a long and hard three years. Not only losing my birthday buddy, but losing my protector.....my strength....my comforter....my Superman....my Daddy. I know that I am so blessed to have had him in m...