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Daddysredhead -> RE: I love it when..... (10/14/2009 5:58:10 PM)
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I love it when we get the go-ahead for my Dad's move. (I cried a bit this morning when it all happened, until he said, "Hey, you aren't supposed to do that, you know?"... then I stopped.) I love it when we go to the place he's moving to, and right before we leave, I hear people call out, "Hi [Red's Dad]!!! Are you moving here?" He says he is, and the chatter commences. Then, I hear him getting hugs from some old friends of his. Next thing I know, my Dad is saying, "See? I haven't been here 5 minutes and I got a kiss from your wife already!" to one of his buddies whose wife gave Dad a kiss on the cheek. I love that they all laughed and talked about what they would do when he got there this weekend. I love that the Director of the place looked at me and said, "He's going to be fine. It's YOU who is going to have to adjust, sweetie." I love that I told the Director that I was getting a preview of taking my kids off to college, and she agreed with me. I love that DB wrote to the couple we have made friends with recently, (the gal wants me to Top her), and He was so amazingly loving and complimentary when He wrote about me that I cried.
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