February 1
February 1
I remember you dancing to the records on the stereo in the living room. You twirled around the floor light on your feet. I was just a little girl and you took turns dancing with all the children in the room. We stood on your shoes and you fox trot through one song after another. We didn't know what we were doing, but you made it a hilariously fun evening.
I remember the photos of you standing babies on your hand.
I remember Santa visiting at the Torrance house on Christmas eve. I asked where Pops was and you said he was on the roof feeding carrots to the reindeer. Someone had to hold the reins so they didn't go flying off. And I believed you.
You made so many fun times.
I thank God for you, Pops.
I remember the photos of you standing babies on your hand.
I remember Santa visiting at the Torrance house on Christmas eve. I asked where Pops was and you said he was on the roof feeding carrots to the reindeer. Someone had to hold the reins so they didn't go flying off. And I believed you.
You made so many fun times.
I thank God for you, Pops.