I am 100% okay with that.
Every couple of weeks, my phone will ring sometime mid morning. It's my dad, calling to see if I can meet for lunch in a couple of hours. More often than not, I can. (When I can't, it bums me out.)
I was driving home from the chiropractor's office when my phone rang this morning. I saw that it was my dad, so I didn't answer. What? Didn't I just say I love my dad? He's recently gone on a kick against talking on cell phones while driving. So, I didn't answer, because I didn't want to lie and say I wasn't driving, and I didn't want to feel deceptive by answering and misleading him. But I knew he was likely calling to ask about my lunch plans.
I waited for the voice mail, then picked that up while driving. (Sorry dad!) I did wait until I got home to call him back and confirm lunch, though.
He had reason to be in my neck of the woods at lunchtime, so we met at Fatz. Yum!
Daddy-daughter-grandson time. :) It was sweet. And we laughed so hard at R that I nearly cried.
My sweet daddy meeting
my sweet baby boy for the first time.
