Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

I wonder what my speech would be.

I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

but my dad said it was no excuse. "But I love him!" I had never seen my sister cry that much. "No, you don't." "I hate you!" "No, you don't." My dad can be very calm sometimes. "He's my whole world." "Don't ever say that about anyone again. Not even me." That was my mom.

Love pats are soft punches of encouragement that are admistered on the knee, shoulder, and arm.

They are all my favourites. All of them.

If it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay.