Hope Floats.

Hope Denzer. Hope Ester. When you were born, mom and dad tallied our votes. What would you be today with a name like Ester? All I know is that Hope is the best name we could have picked for you. You came just before we moved from Olathe, Colorado to Missouri (ok, ok, for the first couple of months we were in Bugscuffle, Arkansas). Just a wee mite, you were! Mom and dad were crazy, but you know, you traveled in a van loaded with fascinating individuals. I think you must have had your moments during that ride, but I don't remember anything extreme. Did you know that mom drove the van...with 10 children (including yourself)! Not only that, but she had a trailer hitched to the back of it. And do you know what was in that trailer? Well, a couple dozen goats. I keep mentioning mom. Dad drove the big white truck. He was usually just ahead of us I think. I couldn't be sure if this was always the case, however, I do remember once when mom had to pass him while going up a long hill. How funny that must have looked. I can't believe you are now fifteen! It has been so long...and so much has happened since we were on the road so long ago. I remember quite a bit, but what I like to think about most is how much you make me smile. Thanks for all the double takes and the big eyes...especially for showing me what humor is all about. I love you.