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When You Realize The Little Moments Actually Mean Everything
For two days, I’d been trying to pick my dad up a pizza to share with him for Father’s Day. This would normally be a pretty straightforward task, only he needed a gluten-free one.
Apparently, those are harder to come by than I’d expected when I first promised it.
I’d already tried two places close to home, neither of which had that ability. It was time to go beyond our small-town confines to a slightly larger town: Newmarket. I was in luck! But the only gluten-free option they offered was a small.
With no other choices left, I ordered the small, picked it up, and headed to the farm.
We sat at the table with my parents to enjoy our little pizza party that’d been dragged out for two days.
Mom was still high off a concert she’d seen a couple of days earlier, animatedly explaining how awesome it was in great detail, smiling away through her bites of pizza. Dad was in his usual post at the other end of the table, quietly eating and grinning at Mom’s storytelling.
Every so often we’d add a comment to the conversation that made him laugh, and he’d chuckle and grin even more from the head of the table.
Before long the conversation turned to the boat, and as usual, that started a whole chain of…
