I have a thing for earlobes. The fleshier the better. I don't know when this infatuation began, but it's especially strong with babies. Instead of pinching their cheeks, I'll go for their earlobes.

I mention this because I think my dad has the best earlobes. I annoy him a lot by pulling on his earlobe and pretending to fight him. And as much as he pretends to be annoyed, I know he loves it. :)

My dad turned 58 this past week. In light of the accident this past year, I was very thankful to help him celebrate another birthday. This birthday has also been a reminder of how quickly my parents are aging. I definitely take their presence for granted (in spite of my complaints that they treat me like I'm still in high school).

I've been made painfully aware the past 2 weeks (the past year, actually) by the elder ladies at church that it's my duty as a daughter to hurry up and give my parents some grandkids. I believe the exact words they use is "hyo-do." Yeah, like that's gonna speed up the process.