H, this may sound odd if you don’t remember it, but it’s simply true.
You do the absolutely best small-dog barking impression I have ever heard.
I have no idea when it all started, but you perfected it by singing – in perfect pitch – the intro to Puppy Pals.
It makes me smile every time you Get silly and start barking.
My silly girl.
I love you.
-Dad
H, you say the funniest things sometimes.
For example, you have taken to calling a group of birds sitting together on a telephone pole, a bird meeting.*
I forget how you said it driving the other day.
But after one of us pointed out a bunch of birds somewhere out the window, you were casually like:
Yeah, looks like they are having a bird meeting.
Ha. I love it.
I love you.
-Dad
*Edit: Mom has told me that this post needs editing. She says you have been referring to birds in a group as a Bird Meeting for a year or two now. I like to think I pay attention to certain things more than most, but maybe I have not been doing as well as I think. Honestly, I’m just impressed that mom read what I wrote. Ha!
This past Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday mom and I had to work.
But, H, you are still out of school for the Christmas break.
Because of this you two have been at Pop and Gammies for the last three nights.
Anyway. Mom and I came to pick y’all up today.
You were both so tired from too many late nights and too much TV.
We all late lunch together and visited into the late afternoon before we came home.
Before we left, you girls insisted on swinging for a bit in the front yard.
We ended up swinging for over half an hour.
Lifting one of y’all in the air (forever ago), I sang a line from an old R. Kelly song.
I believe I can fly…
Spread my wings and touch the sky…
(Don’t lookup R. Kelly. Decades later he got in a ton of trouble.)
As we pushed you both in your swings y’all screamed that first line over and over until I asked you to stop.
And then everyone but me fell asleep on the car ride home.
I love you.
-Dad