Best Day of My Life

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Although I have a poor memory for dates, often misremembering when events happened by years, I can tell you exactly where I was and what I was doing 19 years ago today:


That's an armful. Somehow in the intervening years my hair has gone gray; I can't imagine why. Happy Birthday, Chiquitas, we'll see you this afternoon. Pizza's on Mom and me.

Sometimes, I find myself drawn to the simplest possible
way of explaining what may count in rearing children:
your children are either the center of your
life or they're not, and the rest is commentary.
--Calvin Trillin
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