Every Sunday evening in parking lots across our country a ritual unfolds.
A car drives in and parks next to another. A man climbs out of his car and opens the passenger door. Children climb out.
Hugs are exchanged.
A woman climbs out of the other car and opens her passenger doors. The children take a one last look at their dad and climb into mom's car.
In the best cases a few pleasantries are exchanged. Sometimes the parents can't manage even that.
They drive away only to repeat the ritual in two weeks.
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I know it's hard, but I am THANKFUL for those moments. It take a big person to really step up and be a parent. Thanks for being a wonderul Father, Husband, Brother and Son.
...and friend!!!
Ah, the American way - what a great legacy.
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