Hot Wings

I really miss Wings Over Belleville, where I used to go for take-out sometimes once or twice a week. Emily eventually took to eating hot wings herself, despite her being only two years old. Whenever I arrived home with them and she was still up, she recognized the bag and could be counted on to say "Daddy, I want a hot wing," and "Daddy, I want another hot wing." Even if it was especially spicy, she'd tough through it and come back for more.

I miss sharing meals with my buddy girl. I hope there are hot wings in heaven.