Casey

This is Casey. Her dad is a San Antonio Police Officer. As far as my wife and I are concerned, Casey is our angel.

We tried to enjoy Bud's outdoor party in what we later found out was 100-degree heat, but our heads were on constant swivels, not unlike Linda Blair in The Exorcist without the pea soup. The party was at a park pavilion and like many overprotective parents, everyone we didn't know at the nearby playgrounds was a potential predator until proven otherwise.

Almost the entire time her family was there, Casey was not far from Rachel. If Rachel wandered far, Casey was with her. If Rachel wanted a certain swing, Casey gave up her seat and allowed Rachel to climb on.

Casey, we told you that day, but we'll tell you again, thanks from the bottom of our hearts!

(By the way, the container in Rachel's hands holds the sugar candy described in the next entry.)