Pardon My Interruption: Craig's Thoughts About This And That
Sometimes, you just need to . . . well, have a DP and pizza. There are a few stores here that import Dr Pepper – sometimes from Dublin, Texas. The pizza is local, but with a slight modification by us.
Among the many blessings in my life is my daughter, my treasure, my Grace. She is a source of joy in so many ways, and one of those is our tickle time.
She is five years old and wears size 5T. Now you might think that 5T stands for 5 Toddler, but you would be wrong. 5T stands for 5 Tickle; and each morning Grace looks hopefully at the tags on her clothes to see if they are 5T so she can prepare herself for the requisite tickle fest. If I’m not paying close enough attention, she will say, “Abba, it’s fiiiiiive Teeeeee.” That’s code for, “Please come tickle me.”
The joy of tickles. The joy of simplicity: no toys required. Just a finger or feather or string appropriately placed brings a burst of laughter.
I’m sad that 5T isn’t followed by 6T.
When I see this sign, it means that I’ve been off-roading in the Judean Desert. Unfortunately, I haven’t seen this sign in over a year. Worse still, it doesn’t seem like I’ll be back in the desert any time soon. At least not in my Land Rover, which has gathered about an inch of dust while sitting quietly in the garage.
There are two mom’s in my life and I want to wish them both a happy Mother’s Day.
First, to my mother: Thank you for the many sacrifices you have made to make my life easier or better or more fun or more pleasant. I love you.
To my wife, the mother of my daughter: Thank you for partnering with me to raise our daughter. Thank you for being such a great mother to Grace. You are a treasure. I love you.
