My Father.

I saw my dad a few weeks ago.
He was just in town for a few hours to fix my sisters car. My brother came to help.
I worked in the afternoon, but I was determined to steal them away for a few hours because the two of them rarely make it out this way.
It was a Saturday, and every Saturday morning Mike and I grocery shop, so along they came.
My time with my dad started with me teasing him for going to the store in his 'jorts' and him giving me a hard time for getting Starbucks.
While I waited for my drink to be made I see my dad and brother shoot from the bathroom, my dad chasing my brother around the produce section.  He had water cupped in his hands, apparently seeking revenge on my brother for getting him wet in the bathroom.
He ate fruit as we walked around the store.
My dad let me buy my own groceries, but he treated me to some almond milk and a jar of Tajin because "I just had to try them."


These sorts of things are typical of time spent with my dad.
He can be incredibly serious, spiritual, and intimidating at times.
But more often than not he is the silliest man I have ever met.
I'm proud that I learned how to be silly from my dad.