My children truly are the apple of my eye and, in fact, have apples in their own eyes. It’s just that their apples are attached to laptops, ipods, and cell phones. I’m certain that it is probably a bad decision, but I enjoy giving my children better things than I have. Who can resist the twinkle in their eyes as those apple commercials taunt them with the next Steve Jobs creation. When it comes to technological gadgets, I am at the bottom of the pile with my antiquated hardware. Months before I am due an upgrade on my cell phone and modern technology is within my reach, my children have hacked my account, reviewed and compared all five users to see who has the nearest upgrade on the horizon and have pre-selected the phones of their choice. My little flip phone has served me well, but when you can no longer dial the number “8” it is a clear sign from the AT&T demigods that it is time for an upgrade. While I tape my screen together and have lost all friends with eights in thei
Joey, Allie... This is for you. May these stories be like tiny feathers that will one day drift down out of nowhere, bringing back great memories and smiles. You have brought me true joy with your laughter and song. This is your roadmap back to your youth and my guide home when memories fade. What a blessing it has been! What a blessing it continues to be.