RileynHale

You helped your daughter Natalie get a good hold on the large bowl of chips she had in her arms before you grabbed the rest of the snacks to bring in to the boys. Your six-year-old daughter waited patiently for you until you were ready. Then she smiled and marched ahead of you into the family room. The sight you saw made you giggle and always would. Steve was standing with his hand over his heart and your ten-year-old son, James, was standing beside him in a similar way. On the screen, some pop singer was singing the national anthem and finishing up with a stunningly long drawn out last note from the sounds of it. As their voice died down and