Two days ago my daughter and I sat on a chair as she read the last lines of her storybook. As she placed her folded book onto the floor she noticed Denise's handwriting on the pages of an opened book. Apparently the last few days that Denise and I where in Arizona, she had begun keeping a separate journal...one which I was unaware of...classic Denise.

Despite the tremendous obstacles and discomfort that she faced, still she appreciated being rolled through misty arbors at sunset, the bagpiper on the lawn where the mesmerized kids all stood... and little golden moments that often slip us by.

This is my monumental birthday present this go round...

Jason