An interesting thing happened to me this evening. This whole "having a dad" thing is new to me, and this "being a dad" thing is new to him. Sometimes things can be a little awkward and funny, like when he talks to me in the voice you use when speaking to small children, but other times it can be pretty wonderful.
Dad accidentally took my phone with him to work instead of his own; I had to go pick it up before I went to a meeting at work. It snowed last night and it really wasn't safe driving. The roads were bad, the traffic was terrible, I was running behind because I had been trying to get ready for my meeting... anyway, I was about 15 minutes later than I told my dad I was going to meet him to pick up the phone. When I got there, to the outer edge of the parking lot away from the building, before I had even pulled in, I saw my dad walking out toward my car. I pulled over. When he saw my car and realized it was me I saw him let out a long breath that looked a little annoyed and shake his head to the ground. I was sure he was going to scold me for being late because I had pulled him away from his meetings so long; I braced myself. When he arrived at my window he handed me my phone and said, "I was just coming out to my car to go look for you. I thought you might have been in an accident." It didn't show on his face, but I could sense his relief.
As I pulled away carefully in my car a big smile crept on my face. Somehow it filled me with a giggly kind of happiness. For some unknown reason it was nice to have a Dad that worried about me; and I smiled all the way to work.
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