Every Saturday, my dad would
take my sister and me down to the cafe for breakfast, just
so mom could sleep in.
Oh, we'd talk about school,
teachers, boyfriends, clothes, everything.
Dad never said much, though. He just listened. He said, that way, he always
knew everything about us. Oh, and after we were finished,
he'd always let us pick out our favorite
song on the jukebox.
And you know, I never
once remember him complaining about out music. What will your children
remember about you? Give them everything. Give them your time. From the Church of Jesus Christ
of Latter-Day Saints.