I came home this weekend for a few days to celebrate
my wonderful father.
My brother, mom and I took him to our favorite Mexican Restaurant.
Cafe Rio makes me want to weep the tears of a foody fool in love every time I go.
The people in line in front of us were friends of my dad's.
They passed on to the staff there that it was his birthday.
His face turned so red as they belted out the classic birthday song.
In front of a full crowd.
He yelled out, "I'm going to Chipotle!!"
It was a shining moment:)
and shared stories
and fist pounded
A lotta lot.
I love celebrating people...
my daddy is the most amazing, significant male
that is in my life and earthbound.
His wisdom has shaped so much of the formation of mine...
and allowed me the space to grow and learn on my own.
He has taught me what standards and expectations
I ought to have as a lady for the gentlemen in my life.
He has encouraged me to laugh when I'm stressed
and pray when I'm even more stressed.
I love that man.
It was a joy to bring him joy yesterday.
I realized I was truly home this morning
when rather early on I heard a loud thump at my bedroom door
and my little brother threw it open and
his deep, much to loud for the morning voice,
told me that I really must give him a ride to practice
he'd have to skateboard.
In my semi-conscious state I very nearly said yes.
My unconscious self is much too generous.
I claimed my right as a very tired Maddy
and felt only a snatch guilty for telling him
"HECK NO KID!!!"
((with a sweet heart and a promise to myself that I'd take him out for ice cream later))
Round two wakeup involved the little puppy scratches at the door
that I've missed oh so much.
Mostly because these little noises are most often accompanied
by a sweet mommy who is sending the dog into to see if I'm awake:)
Her joy at my consciousness was a snatch overwhelming to my morning self.
But her bubbly energy and delight made me want to jump out of bed and start the day.
Mmm I love being home.
((Happy homey [very well fed] Maddy))