My dad works in the same area I do and we share the same tax guy. I’ve been doing my taxes through my dad’s tax guy for a while, so I guess he just assumed I’d want my taxes sent to where my parents still live (but I definitely do not).
My dad, out of kindness, picked up the taxes from the post office and dropped them off at school. I only have 15 minutes to eat on Fridays since I have taken up Lunch Duty…not to mention no planning time on Fridays either. 😦 Anyway, after sharing a quick hug and hello, I got another happy *ding*…
If you knew my dad, you’d know how monumental this is. Sometimes it takes years to realize it and even longer for him to show it, but I know there has always been love there…even if it’s been buried deep down.
Love you so, Daddy Joe! 🙂