
It happened often. Not daily, by any means. Not even monthly, I’m sure. But it happened enough that I remember it. I don’t remember each time it happened, of course, but I’m quite certain I recall the very first time it happened. I must have been a pre-teen or perhaps in my early teens. I’m...
Simply beautiful, Summer!
Thank you, Deb!
sweetest, best post about your best Dad and – now – good friend. xoxo!
Thank you, Miss. So much love to you!!