My earliest memories of childhood revolve around bedtime as a toddler. While it was my mom who was racing in from work, hurrying to put a healthy dinner on the table, taking care of my evening bath… it was my dad who would swoop in and play the hero at the end of each night. Continue reading “The Whole World”
An extra day of life Afforded once every 4 years. A gift, a bonus, an extra opportunity To squeeze in more… More moments, more memories More laughter, more love More friends, more family, more fun.