K, you might be the best five-year-old race car driver I have ever seen.

Hear me out.

We all went to Ruidoso a few weeks ago.

By that, I mean Pop and Gammies, the Daves, and us.

We all rode the race cars at the track there. I forget what the place is called and I’m too tired to look it up.

Anyway, you and I rode together first on the big track.

We had an advantage of being at the front of the line to start, but we kept it the entire race and won! We even lapped some little boy.

But that wasn’t the best part.

The best part was watching you race on the smaller track after that.

Three other girls were in your group. Letting each girl start one at a time, you started in last place.

And you won!

After the race was over we all praised you.

You just smiled and said “Yeah, whenever someone slowed down, I just went around them.” 😳

H and K, you and I went to church today without mom and T.

T had a little bit of fever – and mom had a touch of stomach bug.

Anyway, I wanted to take a second and point out the rides we take every week in the church golf carts.

We always park in the far back lot against the west fence.

It’s a good hundred yards or so back to the church, but I enjoy the walk.

With that size parking lot, the church provides a golf cart service to shuttle people from their cars up to the nearest doors.

So as we park, there are always half a dozen retirement age volunteers roaming the lot in golf carts, looking for arriving cars.

Let me tell you: You girls live for these morning golf cart rides.

So they come to get us and we all sit wherever we happen to jump on.

H you and I have taken to sitting on the backward-facing back bench the last few times.

But here is the thing.

K, you always sit in the front passenger seat beside the driver. Always.

And you always ask half a dozen questions in the brief time you are there.

It is so cute and so sweet.

Those old men with granddaughters of their own just love talking to you.

I hope you are blessing their day half as much as you bless mine.

I love you.

-Dad

K, you cracked me up tonight.

See, when we are at the Hyatt in San Antonio, smores are a big deal.

A very deal.

I mean, we stop swimming and show up every night to ask for marshmallows on a stick.

We crowd around fire pits with other families to toast them on the back lawn.

When finished we go back up to the table and they sandwich our fame burnt treats with a chocolate bar and graham crackers.

All that to say this.

We were about to watch tonight’s movie out on the lawn and we were walking along the path going to our room.

When, K, out of nowhere, you said:

Whoever invented s’mores was a good person.

Bahahahahaa. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad