On Father's Day you took me on a stroll down memory lane. I thought you would enjoy hearing the memories of you that I cherish.
It all started at the hospital where I got to cut the cord, remember that? (I had to ask because you remember EVERYTHING!)
In our Dallas home you taught me I was out manned and out gunned! I was sitting in the family room and I was watching TV. You wanted to tell me something and apparently I didn't respond as you wanted so you stabbed me with a pencil. Here is why this is a prized memory: You stab me, I yell in pain, you start crying, and I apologize! Really, good job, I knew you were the chick in charge! No worries about you taking care of yourself.
Proud moment for me when you put the brakes on by saying, "Is that what you are wearing?" I had to change and put on a suit which made you smile.
By the way, this was the date when you learned Tobasco Sauce is awesome in New England Clam Chowder.
Moving on - Pittsburgh here we come. I remember building the monkey bars and your expression when I put you on top of them to release the fireflies. The look on your face as the fireflies took flight was something that I will have with me forever!
Corinne, thinking about our lives made me stop and turn my eyes upwards with thanks to God! I sincerely hope you have a safe, fun, and memorable birthday. When you pillow your head at night, I hope you take time to thank God for the life He has given us!