No, Sleep, till Bozeman!  Almost there. My Daughter will call to check on my whereabouts, because my grand daughters nap time was close at hand. She kept them up so I could see them when I got there. I think we all wanted a nap. but with the sun up and in the rear view, I race to see them. I was greeted by two short adorable girls, who’s eyes stared in wonder as I approached the sliding door. Not sure who I was, they stayed close to there mother. They slowly changed their tune after I hugged my child.  They started bringing me toys. I felt so blessed to be with them. However, I feel that way about all my children. I didn’t raise my children, not by choice either. My older daughter, doesn’t see me as her father. I understand that. The man I call Dad, was not my biological father either. But He is My Dad. My daughters have that same experience. however, I wanted to be in their lives. Every time the military gave me a three day weekend, I drove from Colorado to California to see them. I did get tired of my ex calling the law when I visited. The Ex will get pregnant, remarry and move to Montana. I confess, I was happy that they Moved from LA. Now that they are adults I don’t have to go through the red tape to see my kids and grand daughters. Now that’s not entirely true. My oldest daughters was coming to visit her sisters and I hoped to see her. I haven’t seen her in years. But she didn’t want to see me. So I will leave prior to her arrival. I just want her to be happy, and if not seeing me makes her happy, I’ve succeeded. I still get to see pictures of her. My youngest daughter has moved back with her mom for the time being. She works nights and I got to visit her after work early in the morning. I feel this child has missed knowing me more than the others, being the youngest and all. I didn’t get to spend as much time with her as I would have liked. In the Excitement of visiting my family, I chose not to go to Lolo, Mt. but instead spend that time with the Girls.