If you didn't read Part One, start here.
This face, this smile, this laugh are locked in my memory forever.The day that was so much like everyday, but in high heels and a nice skirt ended nicely.
It isn't "everyday" without a catastrophic event. Keith managed to knock his barstool over, while he was still strapped to it. He cried, I gave him a hug, Patrick gave him a cuddle and he climbed right back up on the next barstool. When you fall as much as Keith does, getting back up is the most important part.
Dad finally made it home (Patrick was missing him all day) and got some time with Patrick. Dad also got his share of the Cinnamon Twists, which he shared with Patrick of course.
There it is, my everyday, which will soon become my remember when's and will hopefully lay a foundation that is built to last.
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