when i was a little girl, i would crawl into the driver's seat and pretend to drive whenever you would leave me in the car with my sister. i never understood how your arms could reach all the way to the steering wheel and how your feet could reach the pedals on the floor. you were the biggest, strongest, bravest man i knew - and even to this day you still are (although...i've definitely caught up to you in height!).
for conversations that are better than the dinner,
a successful laca expo,
homemade steak and eggs for breakfast (but just like in the restaurant, i still don't eat the eggs),
cd's played on repeat,
and double shot upon double shot of espresso.