start of a new week and a new month
Last night around 11, my phone rang and Dad’s voice tickled my ears.
“Hey darling, I’m heading to Charleston in the morning and I’m thinking we should have breakfast on my way out of town.”
The thought of an early morning with my dad evoked memories of days gone by filled with 6 a.m. Cracker Barrel breakfasts. Biscuits and gravy and bacon. Extra-crispy, please. Then he’d drop me off at school. And he would head down the road.
As morning people, Dad and I have shared some of our best times in the early hours and I was elated at the thought of beginning this week with a Daddy Hug. His are the best. And sometimes, when school is hard and the days are long, there is nothing more comforting or necessary.
So, this morning, over coffee, eggs, grits and toast, Dad and I got to create another memory. And I’m so thankful for these days and these moments. And for the hug that came as he dropped me off at school before he headed down the road.
