Where You Found Me

Occasionally, I get to pick-up my three-year-old granddaughter at her daycare. Sometimes she’s excited to see me; other times, well, maybe she’s missed her nap. So, I was anticipating how she would react when I surprised her this time. Lifting her hands in the air with palms up, Emersyn exclaimed in her typical dramatic manner, …

Birthdays Remembered

“Did you remember to get the cake?” I asked. “Of course,” my wife answered, acting surprised that I would doubt their dependability on such a critical mission.  Lori, my daughter, Madi, and daughter-in-law, Kayla, had picked out a cake, Chocolate Orea, they knew he would like.  The next day we celebrated his birthday.  He would …