I am so excited. In 11 hours, I’m getting in my car, destination airport to pick up my dad. I can’t wait to see him. I believe it’s been 9 months since he left. He usually comes by 3- 5 times a years. Not this year though, it’s been complicated. He’s not staying long, but I plan to enjoy every second with him.
He loves to eat. He loves to try new food. I pulled out my recipe box. I already started my prep for dinner later. My chicken is marinating, my potatoes are peeled. The wine is waiting to be poured. Everything else can wait.
I’m so glad…
