After dropping the boys at camp, I drove to town to meet up with my sisters. We were going out to dinner, just the three of us . We had bought cards for our dads that are with us, the significant others that fill the role for those that have gone before us. They are as special to us as our missing Dads, even more so because they are so precious.
At the end of dinner we found our meal had been paid for. We spent many minutes discussing who could have done that special deed. It was a wonderfully sentimental night.
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