You were the first person I thought of telling: Dad and I went to Goshen Dam yesterday afternoon (yes, we once lived in the Land of Goshen). We had a picnic, talked with a couple fishermen (who got lucky!), and watched a mating pair of loons dancing on the water. It was a gift, this event - I was hardly able to contain my joy and did quite a bit of squealing, actually - and I knew you would appreciate it. My dad is very smart: he had a pair of binoculars in the glove box, of course, so I could see every move they made. I was truly blessed, and the day was very fulfilling. I can't remember the last time Dad and I had such fun together, shared so much wonder, and laughed so much, even over my corny cowboy joke - "Did you hear the one about the cowboy who wanted a new pair of boots?" (Can't be shared here, but I actually remembered the punchline, which was another miracle :)