Welp, 37 years ago today Mrs. Gwen and Mr. Hugh picked me up from Sellers' Baptist Home (or something like that) and took me home to live with them. They hugged me and kissed me and named me Waterfall. (Hey, it was 1970. People gave their kids those kinds of names back then.)
Just kidding. They didn't really name me Waterfall.
Anyway, here's a poem I posted a couple of years ago on my adoption birthday. Enjoy, if you haven't already.
P.S. Note to Mrs. Gwen and Mr. Hugh: You probably don't want to click the link above. Since you're in the process of moving out of the house you've been in since 1972, you'll probably get emotional and decide not to sell the house after all.
P.P.S. Yes, it's OK to sell the house.