SAG and I dated for 11 years before we got married.
We were married for 9 years, 10 months, 3 weeks and 3 days before PJ was born.
Sometime between when we got married and when I got pregnant with PJ my father said to me, “You know who would be a great father?” Pause. “SAG.”
PJ got tap shoes at a garage sale this weekend and she loves to rub those scrappy things on the pavement. This evening she demanded SAG put on his
fishing boots dancing shoes and follow her lead.
And to my father I say, “Yup, you are right.”