#18 Miracles & Mother's Day
Happy Mother's Day! Thanks for believing! Growing up on the farm meant lots of barnyard time and playing any type of game my brothers and I could come up with. My older brother, Phil, was a relentless competitor. I don't exactly remember if it was soccer or kickball that led to my front tooth being knocked out but I think the story goes like this: I pitched a ball to Phil and he was ready to knock it out of the park. Instead, that ball came back to me. Straight at my face. I remember feeling something fly out of my mouth. My ever so caring brother came over to investigate. "Dude, you chipped your tooth". Me: "I didn't chip my tooth, you did!" Anyways, this is the type of shenanigans that my parents enjoyed growing up with three boys. After my tooth incident, my mother was truly caring. We went to the dentist, and since I already had two big buck teeth, and one was chipped, I guess it made sense jus...