When it snows after dark in a community that doesn't often get snow, kids will go to great extremes to have fun. As the giant snowflakes fell on Christmas night, my kids raced out into the cold in an effort not to miss a good time. It's a sure sign they are having way too much fun when your teenage daughter is towed home in her golf cart by "the cute boy" down the street, dragging a tiny wheel and more friends behind her. My kitchen was turned into a staging area for wet boots, dry towels, frozen children and hot chocolate. The kids beat a path back and forth to the hot tub until about two a.m. With the steam coming up into the night air and nothing but the kid's heads above water, it looked like they were basking in a big vat of soup. Leaving them to simmer, I made my way to bed around midnight. I could still hear the sounds of giggling kids echoing through the house. About 2:30 a.m., my son woke me and said, "You know how y
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.