You’re thirteen today. A teenager! When I commented recently that you are going to be a teenager you were quick to respond, it doesn’t matter–I’m still a boy. You’ve always been that way. In no rush to move ahead to the next stage, the next season. For as long as I remember, you’ve been perfectly fine...
Every year, around this time, I vow to myself: next year I am going to be more prepared. Next year, everything will be done early–the gifts, the cake, the meal, the words–all of it will be done long before the actual day. And every year, the days slip by and the bold letters you have...
It was a Sunday evening in early June when Charlie and I stood staring at an overpacked display of cheap water toys buried in a back aisle of Walmart. Our gaze traveled from water guns to bubbles. From sprinkler type toys to tiny water pistols. And of course the inflatables that I know full well...
You’re letting her put a ring in your nose and lead you any way she wants. Take the ring out of your nose, Summer. This was one of my Dad’s most famous lectures. We called it “The Ring In The Nose”. I’m not sure if my brother and sister were given the pleasure of...
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Tears, Tears, happy, joyful, ahhh. I loved this! Your words are beautiful and I think Charlie is just perfect, too. (a teen?!? AH!)
Thank you, Miss! Love you!!!