So many memories... how to choose. Perhaps the day we parasailed around the Sydney harbor? Or went horseback riding in Arizona and toasted s'mores over a campfire that you insisted on lighting yourself. Took hours, before we found the lighter buried in the bottom of your bag.

My favorite, though, I think was the lazy Sunday we spent not changing out of our pajamas, curled up in blankets to ward off the heavy November rainstorms. A constant flood of tea so heavy you were up to pee every forty-five minutes, fresh baked chocolate chip cookies intoxicating the whole of the house, my dog, Bo, taking up more body space than should be humanly possible and trying to crawl into your lap despite his being the approximate size and weight of a twelve year old. Paging through the dictionary and making fun of words together. That was a great day.

Pity about what happened after dinner, though.