Just a quick one before I shelve it again into the recesses of my mind. Into the seemingly insignificant folders that I have catalogued events of my past.
I remember vividly when I was a kid, my Dad asked me how many kids I would have when I grew up.
“One million!” I said.
He was so tickled.
Obviously, he had not yet taught me about the facts of life.
Over the years, my Dad would remind me of what I had said, and still be tickled.
My Dad. He was a natural at inspiring you.
I miss my Dad.