A Father’s Memory
I recently relayed a story to a friend of mine. Immediately following she asked if I had written about it on my blog yet…
A couple of weeks ago I received a phone call from my parents which was earlier than they would normally call. Of course, I was concerned that something was wrong so instead of answering the phone, “Hi There”….it was more like, “What’s wrong Mom?”. She quickly reassured me that nothing was wrong. She said that Dad had something he had to tell me.
With a huge sigh of relief, I waited for my Dad to come on the line. (Dad, if you are reading this…forgive me for my summarization!)
“Good Morning, Stace! I was reminded of something that was too long to text you about. It was when we were living in Gladstone; and, you were a toddler. Every day that I would come home from work, I would poke my head over the fence and hear you squealing…then you would come running, smiling and squealing to me. That was the best part of my day!”
What a great way to start the day….and what a great memory to hear my Dad share.