Favorite Memory of a Baby Girl

I clawed my way back to the bed and finally managed to get one eye open enough to verify that I was still in my own bedroom. What is that noise? I struggled to roll over enough to see the clock. Ugh – 2:17 am. The klaxon went off again, God almighty, something was seriously wrong. Wait! I know that sound. Not again. . .

A Unique Christmas Ornament

I listened as he described why he was calling.”  My wife heard his name and was intrigued enough to stop and listen .

“Yea, I heard a news report about how cold it was in Denver and figured it must be at least that cold in the Springs.”

My wife’s eyebrows went up, sensing that something had to be wrong.  Mark would not have called just to talk about the weather