Things Do Change Sometimes

My dad called me this morning to tell me that he is going to be in NY in a couple weeks, and he wanted to schedule his trip so that he would have time to see me. It was quite a difference from the last time he was here, when he almost forgot to tell me he was coming.

It was difficult for me to express to him that it meant a lot to me that he make an effort to see me when he was in the vicinity, because I honestly didn't think it would make a difference. But it did, and I am glad.