Grandma Visit

Welp, what a weekend.

Grandma came to visit.

Of course, Grandpa couldn’t come, in the state he is in…

It’s significant because the last time Grandma or Grandpa were in Lubbock was when T was born. 😳

I mean, that was over four years ago!

An old family friend (Randy) drove down and stayed with Grandpa while Grandma came to see us.

I drove to Eden to get her.

Getting older and caring for grandpa 24/7, she looked more tired and frail than usual.

She needed a break.

We showed her all the changes to the house we have done, showed her Pop and Gammies house, took her out to eat a bunch, and spent hours and hours just visiting.

We even took her to church.

It was a nice visit and especially nice to see her here.

Honestly, I can’t believe, my mom is 75.

And my dad is 80 – fighting advanced Parkinson’s.

On my way back to drop her off in Eden, we held hands for a while in the car while we talked.

It made me start to cry thinking about the shortness of life.

We are constantly losing everyone around us, aren’t we?

I already miss 2-year-old T, 4-year-old K, and 6-year-old H.

Deep breath.

I love you.

-Dad

Dallas Tomorrow

T, Mom is headed to Dallas tomorrow.

It’s for work.

For that lawsuit deposition, actually.

Anyway, this weekend you were with Mom on the couch.

You leaned over, told her you would miss her, and said you felt like you could cry.

And then your bottom lip came out as big tears ran down your face!

Sweet girl.

But I told you that story to tell you this one too…

You and I were eating breakfast this morning.

I forget what we were talking about, but you laughed at something I said.

You cackled loudly.

And then cackled again, sounding forced, and completely out of character.

As your smile turned to a grinning look of pain, you said:

It’s kind of funny mom is going to be gone – right Dad?

Awwwww. 🥲

I mean, my sweet baby, over there just coping with her emotions the best way that she can.

Were gonna make it through this week, ok.

I promise.

I love you.

-Dad

Three Miles

I have to tell this story.

It was a typical day at a typical 4:00 PM.

I picked up K from school and then went to get H, as always.

Sometimes both of y’all come with me to pick up T.

And sometimes I take you home to get started on homework, give you some downtime, or whatnot – so you aren’t stuck in the car for another 30 minutes.

That day we all went together.

So we picked up T and – like always – fought the Frenship traffic coming out of the high school on our way back.

About halfway back to the house, there is a Toot n’ Tutum convenience store.

As we pass it, K asks the car “How far is it home from here?”

Without hesitating, T replies: “About 3 miles.”

I stopped for a second and tilted my head in thought. I think it is about three miles!

I felt gobsmacked but didn’t know what to do with it.

I laughed it off and forgot about it until a few weeks later when I was driving past that same spot.

I pulled into the gas station and stopped, turned on my phone navigation, and pulled up directions to the house.

2.7 miles, my phone read. 😳

How is that even possible?

Maybe chance? A lucky guess?

Does our four-year-old have an innate understanding of distance?!

T, I still can’t believe you answered it so matter-of-factly.

I love you.

-Dad