K, on the way to Wednesday night church, we went to Villa for dinner.

Mostly you girls asked what I thought you would be when you grew up.

But the conversation turned when – over a bean burrito – you started asking about getting baptized!

We talked about it briefly, how the water does not save you, you just have to pray and ask Jesus in your life…

I said a prayer for your sweet little heart tonight.

Kenny Winny, I just love you to pieces.

Burritos and Jesus.

I love you.

-Dad

You have had a bit of a weekend.

It started with you cheering at the high school basketball game on Thursday night.

An out-of-control player going after the ball plowed through the cheerleader’s corner and shoulder-checked you into the concrete wall.

You hit your head and we thought you maybe had a concussion.

But you seemed fine afterward so we didn’t worry about it much.

We took it pretty easy on Saturday.

On Sunday you slept through church in the AM, complained of a headache, and then slept through 80% of the church Christmas musical that night.

The good part was that I got to hold you during all that sleeping.

You stretched out across the seats beside us with your head in my lap. ❤️

All this made us worry about your head again.

But it turns out it wasn’t your head…

It’s Monday, you just got back from the doctor, and you have strep and a fever!

Looks like it’s couch and movies for a day or two.

My girl.

I love you.

-Dad

K, you just shined in your cheer performance last night.

You cheered at halftime of the Texas Tech women’s game against Abilene Christian.

You even had a great little jump-kick at the end!

I wanted to leave at halftime – or at least by the end of the third quarter.

But we stayed and let you sit with your friends.

H even hung out with Hazel.

Of course, we spent a billion dollars on snacks and drinks.

And we stayed to the last buzzer, got home late, got everyone in bed even later…and ya’ll were all wrecked this morning when the alarms went off. 🤣

I’m sorry you do not function on little to no sleep (just like your Pa).

I love you.

-Dad