I had a great telephone conversation with my dad a few days ago. He was feeling chipper (wonderful since he's in the second year of recovering life-threatening surgery), nothing good was on television, my mom was at a church meeting and he was in a talkative mood!
Although my family is close and very supportive of each other, we never said those three little important words when we all lived together -- "I love you."
We did love each other, of course, but like many families, none of us seemed to be comfortable saying it.
But a few years ago, my mom started saying it as part of saying goodbye to me. The first time it was shocking, but wonderful! And it took me a time or two of hearing it before I could start saying it, and now it's almost easy to say.
Eventually my dad started saying it occasionally -- not as much as mom -- but enough that it also has become not strange to hear from him.
So we had a great, fun conversation -- the auto bailout, the new Ford Fusion, my cats, my niece who just got her braces off, Nascar, the beach house with the pool we rented for our annual family vacation this summer, his daily walks, a recent trip to visit his sister with extended family -- and of course, the weather! (Dads seem to love to talk about the weather.) And he ended with a "love you" and so did I.
Gotta love warm and fuzzy moments when they come around!