When I was in Junior High, our Language Arts class had to write a paragraph about our hero. I remember struggling to choose between Roger Staubach (the greatest Dallas Cowboy of all time) and my older brother Dennis.
At 2:38pm today, my daughter Mary Frances turns 11 years old. She is child #6.
Mary Frances wasn’t my heaviest baby at 9 pounds 13 ounces but she was my biggest. That might not make sense but, trust me, she was butterball huge. When my friend Patti saw her in the nursery, she said she felt sorry for the other babies; it looked like most of them needed to be put back.
This is a picture of my daughter Veronica. Teething.
As a baby she would crawl underneath our kitchen table, latch on to the wrought iron chair legs, and begin gumming the metal. I would drag her out by the legs and move her to the other room. She kept coming back.