It's a happy day. My dad (Polar Bear) and step-mom are returning today after more than 4 months in Florida. The family unit will once again be complete.
In a matter of hours their house will become alive again, abuzz with activity. The lawn will be perfectly manicured and the gardens tended to. Now when I drive by on my way home from work, I will most certainly be guaranteed a glimpse of my mountain man of a father tinkering in the garage, or working the earth.
It is a sight that never tires for me. It washes me in love and gratitude for the parent I have left. It triggers memories and flicks my happy switch. How wonderful at my age to still have a parent alive; better yet; one that lives down the street. And best of all - to have the tender hearted father that I do - the pillar of strength - the rock of our family.
This morning I dropped a pork roast off in the fridge and left them a welcome home banana-gram ... first stop on my way home tonight - the Poalr Bear den! My excitement is off the charts!