The other day, I was teasing my dad that he didn't remember anything about my childhood, but that he always tells the story of Austin running to the window to see him when he came home from work as he yelled "wu!" to him. So I told him I would call him back in 10 minutes and that by that time he had to come up with a good story of me when I was little. So I call him back and he tells me of this time when we lived in the Williams' apartment, and I wanted to go play with Hoku across the street, so he was going to walk us across the highway. So we were waiting there, and he told me to cross, but I didn't cause I was worried or something, and then when I finally started walking, it was too late cause a car was coming. Then he yelled at me for hesitating. Great story huh? I'm glad I have much better memories of us together. I remember him pretending to be the big dog and me and Austin playing with him in pammy's yard. I remember him carrying me into the house after fake falling asleep after a long car ride home. I remember us riding in the car together listening to Tom Petty on Saturdays. I remember him letting me use his work shirts as nightgowns. I remember him waking up early to take me to get snacks at foodland for my homelunch when it was a field trip day. I remember him giving me blessings and hugs and teaching me spanish. Le amo a mi papá demasiado!