I took Daddy to the airport to say goodbye as he returned home to Texas.
Had to be brief because goodbyes feel especially sad these days.
What a blessing to have had him here to help us through these difficult days.
I am grateful for my dad. He taught us how to work. He taught us how to persevere. He taught us that if we ever ran out of money, don't worry, just go make some more. He showed me how to be an entrepreneur. He taught me to love to sing. He taught me how to milk a goat and to make delicious tacos chihuahua. He taught me that the most expensive lessons in life are the ones best learned. He taught me hospitality and story-telling. I hope I haven't learned too many corny jokes, but my kids probably think I have.
It was good to have someone around who knew just what to do.
Sometimes I wish Mom and Dad lived a bit closer, but their home is in Texas and mine in Virginia. Thank goodness for airplanes.
Thank you, Mom and Daddy, for everything. Miss you already.