I am really glad that I got to California. It was good to see my grandmother, and also great to see my family.
It just so happened that my dad turned 60 while I was visiting and I thought it was pretty special that both his children were there to celebrate with him.
It's funny. I was telling my dad how strange it was to me that while he did not seem old at sixty, I still some how felt old at 37.
His loving answer to that?
Well, when I was born he was more than 20 times my age. But now, he is just a little more than 1.5 times my age.
That's just wrong.
And, a little Becky story to ease us back into real life.
Becky, Katie, and I all went to get Troy from the train today.
Becky said, "I don't know what Daddy looks like."
"What? You don't know what you Dad looks like?"
"Yeah, I don't know what he's wearing. Oh, but wait, I know what his hair looks like!"
"Yes. It looks like a big moon in the back and a little circle in the front."
Sounds just right, doesn't it?