I'm feeling a bit sentimental this morning, so, for just a few minutes, I'll shed my curmudgeonly nature.A couple of days ago, my daughter, Becky, called and asked if I'd like to meet her for lunch. As she lives 2-3 hours away, it was something of a sacrifice for her. Of course, I said yes. What man in his right mind turns down lunch with a beautiful, smart, witty, and talented daughter? Right?
As we were standing in the restaurant waiting to be seated, I glanced up and my son was standing next to us. He lives 15 hours away (in Denver, CO) and was in town for business. I didn't know he was in town, so I was shocked to see him.
Wow. Lunch with two of my three kids. And it was their idea! That's what I've been thinking about. They wanted to spend time with their old man. Naturally, they expected me to pay, so it could be that they just wanted a free meal, but I'll choose not to dwell upon that for the time being. It would be too curmudgeonly to do so.
As if their mere presence wasn't enough, Becky came bearing gifts for a combo Father's Day/Birthday. She gave me the nicest photo of her and me from her wedding 5 months ago. I love photos from my kids. Every one is always displayed proudly.
In addition to the photograph, she gave me a six-pack of TurboDog, some coffee, and some espresso candy. She knows her dad!
Also, her wit was on full display with the Father's Day card she choose. Here's the front:
And here's the inside:
I'm still laughing about it. When she was little, I used to say that she was snarky. Methinks that she's not outgrown it.
