Pooldad, Wallene and I drove over to their new home today to help unpack a little more. My beloved MIL was there but Daddy O was out and about at a KOC function and wasn't expected for a few more hours.
We finished unpacking and placed all their lovely collectibles in their glass curios.
[Tadpoles? They have some sweet pieces - delicate, old world pieces - I was a wreck at the end of it, afraid my hands would drop something. She could not have cared - she was more worried about my pain than [then?] the china.]
We sat back to relax on the sofa when the phone rang.
Wallene picked it up and handed it to me and I asked my MIL if she would like me to answer it - we knew it was Daddy O. She said sure, so I did.
FIL: "Hi Honey."
[I just about melted - because he thought I was my MIL. Awww he calls her honey! eek! Sweet! Oh and they have been married 55 years this month. Go Mom and Dad!]
Skippy: "Hi Daddy!"
FIL: Recognizing my voice ...."Oh I get to hear this lovely voice today do I?"
Skippy: "Yep. Hi Dad. How are you?"
FIL: "Even better now. I am on my way home. Tell your Momma I will be home shortly. Love you."
Skippy: "Love you too Dad."
Is it any wonder why?