My Dad and his wife just left.

They came down to Austin to visit us for a few days… spoil the grandkids time.

It’s always stressful before they arrive, because the man might be 70 years old but he doesn’t know how to slow down. Always moving, always shaking, always something going on. I will say, he’s mellowed a bit in his old age, but that’s just my Dad… happiest when he’s working, being productive, doing good things. And that does include running around and spoiling his grandkids. 🙂 But we’re such homebodies… always going out, dining out, running around… we tire before he does.

But then… as soon as the visit started, the visit is over.

As we parted earlier this afternoon I waved goodbye, told him I loved him… and it really hurt to say goodbye this time. I don’t know why this time more than others, but even thinking about it now as I write this, I’m a little choked up. I miss my Dad. I wish I could see him more often.

But no time to dwell on the parting, instead, dwell on the fun we had. From the mini-golf, to spending yesterday in San Antonio seeing The Alamo and The Riverwalk… it was a wonderful time and visit, even if we were both a little overly glued to our mobile devices.

Thank you for everything, Dad. I love you.