For many years of my childhood, I thought my dad had magic. He would blow towards a traffic light and it would magically turn green. He would snap and the windshield wipers would turn on. He had a terrific trick with a paper bag... he'd tell us to take an invisible ball from the bag and throw it back inside the bag. We'd know the ball ended up in the bag because you could "hear" the ball strike the bag. Surely he had magic! I continued to believe in that bag trick until I overheard him tell a friend's father how to snap his fingers to make the sound of the ball hitting the bag.
This weekend has been about remembering the magic of my earliest hero- a celebration of the life he lived rather than mourning his loss.
And I ate plenty of cookies, too.
Ranger loves to help in the kitchen.
|Got to have the fork pattern!|