I love you, a bushel and a peck. A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. A hug around the neck, and a barrel and a heap. A barrel and a heap and I'm talkin' in my sleep about you. I sing this to my daughter all the time.
My dad, Blair, died 3 years ago. I wish everyday that he had the chance to grow older. Many people dread about growing wrinkles, and he embraced them as it meant another day to play with his grandbabies. He was sadly denied of growing older.