There is little that makes me happier than watching someone enjoy “their day”.
Yesterday was, of course, Father’s Day. W was woken up by a phone call from our 24 year old daughter~ she was silly and happy and all of the things that make her uniquely funny and endearing to us. Hearing her wish her dad a Happy Father’s Day and watching the smile spread across his very sleepy face was priceless; it set the tone for his day.
Having our son home from Italy was great for W, too. Nick shared his European pictures with his grandparents, who came by for a Fathers Day lunch. W had the day he had wanted; relaxation and family.
On the other hand, my dad and I remain estranged. The why’s are almost unimportant now but as time marches on the opportunities for reconciliation lessen and, sadly, my desire to cross that bridge lessens, too. Yes, I understand the importance of family. Yes, I understand that our days are not guaranteed. Yes, I know that acceptance and forgiveness are necessary. However, when I researched the very definition of reconciliation, this is what I found.
the process of making consistent or compatible.
Only God knows where our compasses will point tomorrow.