I call my Dad every night to see how his day went. I have done this ever since my Mom died 3 years ago. We are 12 hours away, so it is the only way to check on him. I wish I could have him for dinner, or sit on the deck with him, but the phone is it, for now. I wanted to talk to him about dating, and how I thought it was a great idea.
So in the middle of the conversation.....He tells me "WE were just headed out, to get something to eat." I smile sooooo big, and giggle, and say "We?" He tells me "who" is at the house, and that he called her and asked her to dinner. Then he gives her the phone (I know...It was a tad awkward) and we chat briefly and I tell them to have a good time.
I immediately call my Sister and tell her...Dad is going out to dinner...He is on a date. We giggle like teenagers. We discuss that we are ok with this, but wonder about our Brother. My Brother thought my Mother was the Queen of all Mothers. She spoiled him terribly. I call him and I can tell by his tone he does not like this one little bit, he is not excited.
This morning I called Dear Dad to ask how it went. Sounds like they had a good time, got in at 11:30pm. Dad said "she is a talker, I think she was as nervous as I was". He also says they went to her place. "she's got a little townhouse, she has potpourri everywhere. I told her it smells pretty girlie in here." I asked if he would ask her to dinner again, and he said "I think so". Sounds like they hit it off, I am smiling.
For the rest of the day, he will be at a cousins funeral saying goodbye. What 24 hours can bring, it is really amazing.