Work in Progress Wednesday!

Just something short and sweet for your Wednesday reading.

As Everson and I emerge from the secure side of the terminal, I hug my father-in-law and feel the familiar sting of tears. In the eight years since I lost my own amazing, generous, kind, nearly perfect father, I have found myself on the edge of tears every time Theo Campbell is kind to me.

“Dad,” I say into his broad woodsy-scented shoulder. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,” he sings softly as he holds me. I smile at the greeting he gives me every time. “I hope you brought your guitar.”