One of Angela’s “greatest hits” from 2013:
All the kids and I are walking down South Main Street one Saturday morning when we come upon a new home under construction with a portable bathroom in the front yard for the work crew.
Angela points to it and asks “Daddy, what is that?”
”That’s a Port-o-let” I respond.
Innocently, she responds “Oh, like on Star Trek”
“I’m sorry – what?”
“You know Daddy – they get in and they show up somewhere else”
I smile and I answer “That’s a transporter, pumpkin”. I also followed up with “Stay seven Angela – never grow up.”
Like all kids, she didn’t listen and turns eight today at 9:48AM EST. At that time eight years ago I was blessed with my little princess, three days early, at 7 pounds 10 ounces and measuring 18 inches in length.
I look forward to however many more years I get to have with her and all the amazement and wonder yet to come, just as I did that one Saturday morning.
Happy Birthday daughter – I love you.
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