There’s nothing like time with family.
I spent the weekend with my parents, because you never know how long you’ll have the joy of being able to visit your family at the wave of the hand. I’m working a lot on living in the present; right now. Not worrying about the future, or mulling over the past.
A few months ago, my Dad asked me if I wanted to go to a Syracuse basketball game with him, and I thought this was a great idea. My Dad never had any boys, but I learned how to play baseball when I was little and have shared his love of football, basketball, and general joy for shouting at the TV screen when there’s a game on. But then we quietly sit back down and nod. Hmm. That was interesting.
We went to the Notre Dame basketball game, and got Chipotle beforehand. I often think about how, when I was a teenager, I would get embarrassed by my parents. It must be a teenager thing because I eventually grew out of that. Not something I’m proud of, but I’m now overjoyed whenever I get to see my parents or do something with them. It’s a blessing.