My dad and I really don't have a great relationship. I am sad that we don't. It is a lot better than it has been in the past, but it still isn't where I would like for it to be. I am taking baby-steps right now and I sincerely hope that he will be around long enough for our relationship to get to where I want it to be.
We went to the park with my brother's family and my parents last night. I had a really nice time visiting with some of my favorite people in the world. At one point, I looked around and couldn't find Gordon. I went and looked over the hill where Seth was playing Frisbee with some of the older kids and he wasn't there. I started to get a little worried, but I thought he was likely down by the picnic tables getting something to eat. I was right. There were some people at the park that were eating watermelon. Gordon told me that he was hungry for some watermelon. He threw a huge fit because I wasn't letting him eat watermelon.
We walked back up to the playground and Gordon headed straight for my dad, Grandpa Campbell. He curled up in a ball while my dad patted him on the back and listened to how mean I was because Gordon, "was just really hungry for some watermelon." I loved seeing them together, sharing a moment.