...for now anyway. I bit the bullet and called my Dad today to let him know I was thinking of him on his birthday. I figured what the hell, what do I have to lose. Low and behold, wicked stepmother actually picked up the phone and let Papa Bear talk! It was amazing! I was so excited, I felt like I was talking to the Pope. We picked up right where we left off and shot the sh*t for atleast 15 minutes. I wish he truly knew what our simple conversation meant to me, and how I hope for more calls like that in the future. I am still grinning from ear to ear. It sure doesn't take much to make me happy. Maybe next time the wicked witch won't be breathing down his neck and we can actually talk about the good stuff...like why on earth is he sticking around for her? Anyway...I'm happy.
Thanks Dad. You made my Thanksgiving just that much more special.