To be completely honest? I'm drowning.
On many different levels.
And although I could write ... and write ... and still not get it all out, I'm just going to tell you of a memory I had today.
We lived within walking distance of the high school, and we would often hop a fence and run home for lunch.
One morning before school my dad asked my sister and I what we wanted for lunch that day.
We told him we wanted steak.
When we went home for lunch we found a note from Dad that said, "Dear Daughters, here's your steak."
Next to the note was a wooden stake...like a tent stake...that Dad had carved sometime that day.
Becca and I probably ate peanut butter sandwiches that day, but we held on to that note for years.