My Best Days

Hard to choose your best day. When my 1st kid was born. The day I got married. Running up a quarter-mile hill made of nothing but football sized rocks with the other squad leaders and drill instructor staff sergeant Pilakowski in boot camp. The day my wife and I opened the small folded piece of paper from the ultrasound tech telling us we were going to have the boy my wife had wanted for so long. The day I stood up to Rick the big bully at work. The day my dad told me he was proud of me. The 1st day I took my family to Disney World. One day in 8th grade when gorgeous little Mari-Beth Lobdell told me she needed a cute guy to hold her and put both arms around me. The day a surgeon told me he knew exactly what was wrong with me after I'd been to half a dozen doctors and specialists after spending a year and a half sick. Trying to act casual while my heart was pounding asking my wife out for the 1st time and having her respond, "How about Friday?". And lots of other days in between.