Race Central. Sierra was and is in my heart forever more. This perfect little sole came to our young family, a twenty-two year old mother, a father of twenty-three and a sister of three, all ready to embrace this little girl.
My memory seems to come in and out of clarity regarding these early years of fatherhood; pictures seem to stimulate the process and some days are better than others. Love always surrounded our family then and continues to this day, but I must admit as a young father I remember how often I was in a hurry.
Looking back now, I wish these times were more savored, more appreciated; things seemed to be happening so fast for our family when sis was born. It was a time when we, as such a young couple, were buying our first home which seemed so impossible in itself, chaos was the norm and we never had a dull moment.
Our little girls were our life; most of our friends had not started their families so our girls were an attraction to many of these future moms and dads. It was always strange to go to school functions when the girls were in elementary.
Lisa and I were generally much younger than the other parents and we were so proud of the fact that we had such well behaved children. Sherrell was always prim and proper, and Sierra on the other hand, was kind of thrown together so to speak. This child wanted nothing other than to be with and like her older sister.
