My Heart Belonged To Daddy
As a young girl, whenever I’d walk past my parents’ bedroom, I’d stop to check if my father’s chest was moving up and down. If anything happened to him, I’d be sunk. Dad died when I was 41 and I was old enough to know life didn’t end without a dad. Five-year-old Savannah is a lot smarter and cooler than I was at her age. Watch every bit of this video to see just what I mean. Thanks to Sharon, David’s sister, for sending it to me.
This is my sister and brother- in-law’s conure, Puck. He’s obnoxiously noisy sometimes, and he will nip off your finger if you go near him, but he is beautiful. I took a photo of him on Thanksgiving, which turned out pretty nice. Meet Puck.