As a young girl, I had lots of dreams. I cut pictures out of magazines of things I wanted in my home. One of those pictures was a play loft in a family room wherein there would be a cupboard, table and chairs for my daughters to play with and an area for trucks, cars, and trains for the boys. My dream came true when I married a young man who loved to build. THIS IS THE REST OF THE STORY:
A daughter said at the time of the passing of her father “Dad, what was one of your favorite things to build?” I think he was a fabulous one (builder) he did it to perfection. “One of my Favorite things was building the loft for your Mom.” He loved her so much, and he still does. I learned from watching him at night as he danced with her in the kitchen, as he helped her do the dishes. He never left her standing alone. He was always by her side.
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