This past week will be a week that I will never forget. My dad came to visit.
Now many of you may wonder why this event would mean so much to me. Well that is something that takes a little explaining.
My parents divorced when I was in 2nd grade. I was lucky to have maintained a great relationship with my dad through the years even though he was living 3 hours away from my mom while I was growing up. I would go and visit him during holiday breaks and during the summer. But because my parents were divorced my dad didn't come to my house to visit so that was always something that I longed for growing up. Then I went and married a military man and moved all over through the years which made it difficult for him to come and visit.
Other things made it difficult, his work schedule, his health, family activities, my step-mom's work schedule, the things that we all deal with when trying to figure out if we can make a trip or not.
Well, my dad turned 60 years old on Monday and for his birthday Kurt and I flew him down from Ohio for a visit. He flew in on Tuesday and stayed until Friday. We didn't do a whole lot, mostly stayed in and enjoyed each others company.
I hope that this is just the first of many visits.