Yes, you were eight years old, the same age as L.
We had spend 3 days in Dallas with our best friends from Germany so when it was time to leave, both you and Heather hated to part. Two peas in pod, both 8 years old. That is when Judy and I decided, you could spend more time together.
When it came to packing up, you chattered like a constantly pulled string doll. Excited, anxious and wow, wound up. When Judy called that night to tell me you were crying, I couldn’t believe it. We talked and you decided everything was OK. You did calm down, loved it there and this time was ready to come home when your visit was finished. Once you arrived, you ask how I knew to write you a letter. Not that I remember exactly what I told you, but it was something like how I wanted to surprise you with a letter, wished you lots of fun and something about how special you were.
You sister was so funny on the way to the airport to get you. That is when I learned, she had “Happy Toes.” They were so happy to see you, they could dance and dance. I nearly drove off the road laughing so hard. She also had “Happy Teeth.” I looked in the mirror as she said “See,” while smiling. Again, trying to stay on the road.
Great memories indeed.