NASCAR

Dear Meredith, Rick, Shannon and Tracy,

Now: Right now NASCAR is on in the kitchen. It is probably on upstairs in the bedroom too. As you know your dad loves NASCAR and you all are the reason.

Then: Dad and I dated for six years before we got married and I don't remember him watching NASCAR even once. Then you all were born. We were home weekend after weekend, Sunday after Sunday. I was never much of a television watcher so Dad always chose the programs we were going to watch. Somehow, I must have been somewhere else, he started watching NASCAR. Well, where ever I was that Sunday I must have returned the following Sunday because he watched again. Before I knew what happened he was hooked. I remember four fussy crying babies and the constant hum of vroom, vroom in the background. Peaceful? No. Joyful? Yes.

Now: You all grew up, but Dad still watches NASCAR. That's okay. The sound of fussy crying babies has been replaced the wonderful sound of conversation and laughter, and the constant hum of vroom, vroom.
Peaceful? Yes, in a very Joyful way.

Love,
Mom