I'm off to college.
~divorced parents, live with/raised by mom, you know the deal~
In fact, on the way home, he told me out of the blue:
"Years ago, when Lisa (my stepmom) and I were talking about high school while you were in the back seat of the car [he said I was about 6 years old at the time], you shrugged and said, 'I don't even know what high school IS!' Now look at you, about to go to college..."
I laughed in disbelief that he even remembered such a thing (I knew I didn't). But then I couldn't stop smiling at how blessed I am to have a father that cherishes those seemingly small, far away memories as much as I do.
And at that moment, I felt my spirit illuminate with gratitude.
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Smile.
It confuses people.