My Favorite Memory With Daddy, by Megan, age 12

My favorite memory with Daddy happened a little before Christmas last year.  It was cold outside and overcast.  Me, Rosie and Daddy were in the garage installing a gas meter.  (At least, I think that is what it was.)  The TV was on so Rosie was slightly distracted.  I was leaning over the tractor with Daddy trying to figure out what was blocking the meter's way.  It was the closest to Daddy I had felt in a long time.