I guess I should have written this post first.

Before I wrote about Lee Press-On Nails and over-cooked pancakes and a little band called Rush and singing your heart.

Maybe I waited until now…..

…..because this is my favorite chapter.

And after all these years…..when I think about it…..when I try to write this….I get goosebumps.

Good goosebumps.

Wonderful goosebumps.

The kind of goosebumps that make me want to pinch myself and count my blessings and dance the Macarena and sing the Hallelujah Chorus on my tiptoes from the balcony of the Empire State Building.

This is where it all started.

This is the beginning.Continue reading