Last Friday Savannah and I went out for dinner and shopping for her birthday. It's a tradition that we started years ago. Actually it doesn't seem like that many years, but it must have been because Savannah just turned 18.
You remember the girls, yes? Barry's three daughters. Some of you who used to work with me at the store will remember their little faces coming to visit every so often. Others will have heard way too many stories and seen way too many pictures. They were cute, huh? Well that's all over now because they've grown up. I wrote Sierra's eulogy when she went off to college; Mariah's when she graduated from high school, and now Savannah. I guess she's still cute, for a little while.