Last weekend was one for the books.
A week ago, today, my oldest daughter, Fast-Pitch, called me from school (she goes to a small university in West Virginia, where she lives with her mother, my ex-wife) to tell me that she was going to be in Washington, DC for the weekend with some friends, and that she would be arriving on Saturday afternoon.
I was really happy about that for several reasons, first because I hadn't seen Fast-Pitch in a long while; second, because SoccerGirl has really been missing her big sister; and third, because Fast-Pitch has been in some conflict with her mother for the past several months, and I wanted to talk to her face-to-face about that.
On Saturday morning, about an hour after the announced departure time, I called Fast-Pitch to see about a projected arrival time... only to find out that they hadn't left yet, and might not for some time. Turns out that they weren't as organized as they might have been... which is just a shock for a bunch of twenty-somethings, right? They finally arrived at their hotel at around 10 PM! Anyway, it was good to know that they arrived safely, and we made plans to meet in the morning for breakfast, before they started their running around in the city (SoccerGirl wanted to hang with them, but I thought that it would be a bit of a drag to inflict a ten-year-old on them).
Due to a bit of miscommunication about the location of their hotel (totally my fault. I'll own that),SoccerGirl and I arrived late, and so only got to spend about 20 minutes with her sister. SoccerGirl was very upset about this. Very upset. she thought that she wasn't going to get to see Fast-Pitch again on this trip, and she cried for most of the drive home. I told her that we would see her sister in the morning, for breakfast, and that she didn't need to to worry about it, but she wasn't having any of that. She didn't speak to me for hours.
This was a new thing. It was the first time that I was had ever received the silent treatment from my darling, daddy's girl, child. I felt like crap. I knew that there was nothing to be done about it... I apologized profusely, but....
Anyway, it was later in the day when she relaxed enough to tell me that she was looking forward to seeing her sister again on Monday morning.
The great thing about that day came in the late afternoon when Fast-Pitch was down on the National Mall with her friends, and walked past the carousel that is in front of the main Smithsonian building. She remembered that when she was little, before she and her mother went back to West Virginia, that I used to take her to the carousel on the weekends that she was with me. as a matter of fact, it was on a park bench right in front of that carousel that she met Mrs. Gunfighter for the first time. I was thrilled at her memory of that place that meant so much to her and had stayed in her memory for nearly 15 years.
Fast-Pitch and I made plans to get together on Monday morning, and did exactly that. Soccer Girl and I bounced out of bed early and showered and dressed in record time, and headed for Fairfax! We made great time to the hotel (and slightly fractured the posted speed-limits)SoccerGirl and her sister gabbled on with each other, and laughed and giggled together while I watched (and even more when I went to get another cup of coffee), as proud a father as any man has ever been. We talked about everything under the sun, and after two happy, too-short, hours it was time for Fast-Pitch and her sorority sisters to pile back (all 5 of them) into the teeny-tiny car that they had driven in, for the drive back to school.
It was great to see my daughter, who has grown into such a lovely, loving, caring, smart, faith-filled, young woman. She is devoted to her little sister, who is equally devoted to her. Seeing her was great, and only improved by seeing the two of them together.
I didn't accomplish much of anything at home over the long weekend... which Mrs. GF isn't particularly thrilled about, but. lovely lady that she is, she didn't bust my chops about it. I have to tell you that I was feeling too good to think about it... I was busy counting my blessings.
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Have a nice weekend,