Someone recently told me that what we worry about for another person is usually not what they worry about for themselves. Oh, how true. Especially in Dad's case.
I told Dad about our move. He took it really well. And, I dare say, he will probably remember I told him (no snark there, that's a real issue sometimes with Dad). He asked where Texarkana was located. "Halfway between Dallas and Little Rock," I replied.
"Yes, but what's it near?"
"Not a darn thing, from what I can tell," was my answer.
He said he was happy for me and then asked if the town had a First Watch. First Watch just happens to be his favorite breakfast place (that the rest of his family really doesn't like). Unfortunately, there isn't one close by. But I promised to come back to visit in February and go to breakfast with him.
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