Holidays were always special because my parents worked so hard to make them special. Cool thing about growing up in California was that you didn't have to wait until Spring to use the roller blades or bikes and it wasn't too cold to throw the BO Jackson silver and black football that my dad got me when I was eight.
Some of my most precious memories as a child are with my brother at Christmas time. The year we got our first Playstation, the year we got our roller blades, the year we got this and the year we got that. Looking back, each of those moments were monumental at the age of 10, 11 or 12.
Those gifts are no longer apart of my daily life but what is apart of my life are those memories we made together when one of us was the lookout for the parents and the other went through the shopping bags (that were in the hiding place that we weren't supposed to know about) to see what we scored or when we stayed up till 2 and 3 in the morning perfecting MK3 fatalities.
Miss you Pat and I look forward to your homecoming for Christmas 2010 and sharing it with the soon to be new addition.
God Speed...
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