Today my dad turns 82. Last evening, I dropped by his Board & Care to drop off cupcakes to take to his respite care program to celebrate his birthday.
When my children were young, Dad would drop in a couple of times a week, just for a five minute visit. Dad was always in a hurry, but he usually had stopped at the grocery store to pick up a treat for the kids.
We all recognized the sound of Dad’s whistle and knock. The kids would run to the door, shouting, “Poppy’s here!”
With a jolt, yesterday, I realized that Dad and I had done a flip-flop. I was dropping by his home for a five minute visit, in a hurry, but bearing gifts.