Spent Friday evening and Saturday with my dad again.
As we were sitting after eating some soup that we made together, I realized that this time with my dad is when I am the least selfish.
I know I am a selfish person...working on it, but still not there, except, it seems, when I am at dad's.
When I am there I don't have any plans. I don't care what we watch on TV. I don't care how many times he tells me the same thing. I don't try to organize things or be in charge in anyway.
I am there.
I sit with him.
I listen if he wants to talk.
This time he told me a sweet story of the day I was born. He was still in college and had a speech to give in class that exact day.
He was at the hospital, got to say hello to me and then raced back to class. When the professor was explaining about who would be giving their speeches when, he finished by saying, that is how it was going to be unless someone had a VERY good reason for it to be different. Dad said he figured he should give it a shot, so he explained that his little girl had just been born and he wanted to get back to the hospital. The professor decided that was a VERY good reason. Dad went first and came back to hold me.
It didn't even hurt.
My heart was full.
And I can't imagine doing any of this without my hero of a husband there beside me.