Book Of Likes Faces

When I was 5 we lived in northern Iowa, where my dad had grown up. Every Saturday night we went out to dinner with my grandma who lived in the next town. On the 20 minute drive home I would always pretend to fall asleep. My dad would scoop me up out of the car and carry me upstairs to bed. I loved the security of being in my father’s protective arms, with my face in the crook of his neck and the smell of Aqua velva on his shirt.