I'm going through an appreciation of all the little things that people have ever done for me and am slowly realising how much I took it for granted growing up.
This weekend I went to visit my Dad in Vero Beach, Florida, who in turn was visiting the Florida himself for two weeks. This was different than normal as usually my Dad stays with me when he visits the U.S. so as my guest its my responsibility of looking after him.
This weekend though I drove up after work on Friday to visit him and it reminded me of coming home when I was growing up in more ways than one.
I used to roll my eyes as I'd walk past our front gate and either he or my mother would already be waiting at our front door waving and ready to greet me. I'd blush, be embarrassed and sigh under my breath.
Yet, this weekend when I pulled into the Driftwood Inn and he stood there waiting with a huge smile, waving and so happy to see me, I realised WHAT an amazing and precious thing for a father to do for a son.
It felt amazing to have someone to be literally stood there waiting (and enjoying waiting) for me to arrive.
My days are so go, go, go that I barely have time for anything. The fact that for the most important thing for someone to want to do for me is to wait to greet me as I arrive after a 3 hour drive meant the world to me and it doesn't stop there.
Beers waiting in the fridge, dinner plans set up for 3x terrific steak dinners that my Dad simply would not let me pay for, and best of all (and this reminds me so much of college days but I have to say was my favourite part of the weekend!) was my Dad paid to fill my car up with gas for the drive home.
You have to understand that I haven't been able to visit my parents for a weekend since 2004. That's 7 years. While Vero Beach wasn't the same as visiting home and sadly now my Mother has passed, it was the small similarities that had me smiling from ear to ear all the way home.
I appreciated those visits home at the time, but I never knew how much I missed them until this weekend. Felt so good! :)
This weekend I went to visit my Dad in Vero Beach, Florida, who in turn was visiting the Florida himself for two weeks. This was different than normal as usually my Dad stays with me when he visits the U.S. so as my guest its my responsibility of looking after him.
This weekend though I drove up after work on Friday to visit him and it reminded me of coming home when I was growing up in more ways than one.
I used to roll my eyes as I'd walk past our front gate and either he or my mother would already be waiting at our front door waving and ready to greet me. I'd blush, be embarrassed and sigh under my breath.
Yet, this weekend when I pulled into the Driftwood Inn and he stood there waiting with a huge smile, waving and so happy to see me, I realised WHAT an amazing and precious thing for a father to do for a son.
It felt amazing to have someone to be literally stood there waiting (and enjoying waiting) for me to arrive.
My days are so go, go, go that I barely have time for anything. The fact that for the most important thing for someone to want to do for me is to wait to greet me as I arrive after a 3 hour drive meant the world to me and it doesn't stop there.
Beers waiting in the fridge, dinner plans set up for 3x terrific steak dinners that my Dad simply would not let me pay for, and best of all (and this reminds me so much of college days but I have to say was my favourite part of the weekend!) was my Dad paid to fill my car up with gas for the drive home.
You have to understand that I haven't been able to visit my parents for a weekend since 2004. That's 7 years. While Vero Beach wasn't the same as visiting home and sadly now my Mother has passed, it was the small similarities that had me smiling from ear to ear all the way home.
I appreciated those visits home at the time, but I never knew how much I missed them until this weekend. Felt so good! :)
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