Daddy’s Back!

(But the picture is from the day I left)

Last Thursday, I loaded up the motorcycle, threw on my club colors, met up with a few brothers and headed north to the Beartooth Motorcycle Rally in Red Lodge, MT.

The rain drenched us and the sun turned our faces red as the miles rolled out under our wheels. It was a great ride and a great time, but I’m glad to be home.

Do you ever wonder how babies judge time? Or what they remember about people/places/things? Maybe they’re like dogs; whether you’re gone for a hour or gone for a month, the dog is always excited to see you and remembers you.

Anytime The Squeaker and I are apart, my fear is she’ll forget me. I’ll return from some trip – or The Squeaker and P.Pie will return from one of their excursions – reach out for my daughter, and Squeak’s eyes will glaze over and as she is deposited into my arms.

Then, to add insult to injury, her lower will lip quiver, the eyes will redden, and from somewhere around her ankles, she’ll bring up a never ending wail.

Fortunately, I don’t think that’ll ever really happen; Squeaker’s never met a person she didn’t immediately take a shine to.

Even her old man.