Because I am apparently contrary, I spent Mother’s Day meeting my father about an hour away as he was driving through the state.
We haven’t seen each other since the wedding nearly three years ago, when Mother gave him a bottle of 17 year-old whiskey that he couldn’t take home since he only had carry-on luggage. If he waits one more year, the whiskey will legally be able to drink itself.
We spent about an hour together before I realized he’d cut his hair. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him with hair this short!