Remembering Dad

I have been going through pictures for the past few months, It has been an emotional walk down memory lane. A lot of pleasant memories. One of my favorite memories of my dad were the wheelbarrow rides. He didn't always go slow, sometimes we got a "bumpy" ride. But that was only when I was in the wheelbarrow by my self. I am sure my sibs got their own bumpy ride. I remember mom putting my hair in french braids, and it would stay that way for days! Dad always worked hard. The rock garden in the back became a cactus garden that one of by sibs "whiped out" in on their bike. Its been 15 years since my dad died. I miss him every day.