You likely remember our electronic keyboard that graced the “Florida room” in our Winding Creek house. Joelle, Daddy and I would frequently turn on the pre-programmed songs, pretend we were virtuosos who could play the songs ourselves, and dance around like complete goobers. Superstition was was a favorite.
I remember visiting your first house to pick-up my daughter from a swimming pool play date with Joelle to see your dad parading up the driveway playing a musical instrument with the girls in tow as if he was the leader of a marching band. This instantly brought a complete smile to my face and a fuller appreciation of the silliness your dad tried to pack into his days.
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Ever since we went to Maui on our honeymoon, I knew your Dad had a great love for anything with macadamia nuts. He loved eating them alone (either salted or sugared), in recipes (such as over fish), and most of all in my homemade milk chocolate macadamia nut cookies that I began making for him. In fact, when it came to making homemade cookies, this was the cookie of choice. And, not any chocolate chip would do. It had to be milk chocolate, which blended just perfectly with the buttery nuts. Ironically, none of my children are not that fond of nuts, and prefer that I omit them from brownies, muffins, and cookies. I say give them a try. You have no idea what you are missing!
You know that awful, tickling sensation that floods you just before a sneeze? Well, I hated that as a kid and would frequently whine about it during our morning drives to school thanks to the sun (did you know that sneezing because of bright light is called the Photic Sun Reflex?).
Daddy was adamant that rapidly repeating “grapefruit, grapefruit, grapefruit” would keep me from sneezing. If you ever hear me mumbling “grapefruit,” now you know why!
Celebrating Jon 