I have to write this quickly. Why, you ask? Because me, my mom, and my dad are going to church this morning. =)
I say that with a smile because I know that my parents' love for the Lord has influenced my life tremendously, and it's nice to know that you have parents who pray for you and your husband.
I almost didn't come see them this weekend. I was tired, I have tons of studying to do, a house to clean before Superman comes home from his weekend golf excursion, etc. The excuses run on for days. But yesterday, after visiting with Rachel, I decided, "Let's go surprise Dad."
"Hello?" he answered the phone yesterday after I packed up Superdog and a change of clothes and headed north.
"Hey, what y'all doin' tonight?" Yes, my Southern accent affects my words and my verbs.
"Oh, I don't know. We're going to see Papa Mac (my dad's father) at about five. What are you doing?"
"Oh? Where are you going?"
"To your house."
"You are?" he asked excitedly. "Well, that's just great! You can come with us to Papa Mac's and we'll go get dinner..." He started listing off things we could do.
"Well, I just wanted to call you beforehand so I could make sure that you didn't have plans tonight," I said.
"Aw," Dad said, "you know we'd change plans for you."
Superman and I have got one great father (as Dad calls my hubby his son, I'm countin' it.)
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
Now it's time to go to church.