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I’m Pretty Sure I May Have Just Become A Terrible Grandparent
One dad’s perspective on the moment you find out the news
It was hot as hell, and I couldn’t believe they didn’t sit our group inside.
Yet here we were, sitting in a covered patio with old school fans blowing warm air on us on a 95 degree Texas summer afternoon. And worse than that is we were about to be served some chips and salsa.
Have you ever eaten spicy food when your body is already hot AF, and there’s sweat trickling down your back?
Nonetheless, it was my daughter’s rehearsal dinner, and I had zero right to complain. And that’s why I kept all of this to myself and smiled. The day was about her and her soon-to-be husband, not the overly heated dad who gets easily irritated when it’s too dang hot outside.
But I digress.
The dinner was actually really lovely, and truth be told, once the waiter brought over a couple of ice-cold beers, things felt a bit better. Probably a combo of the chilled bottle in my hand and, well, the beer.
The second one made it all the nicer.
Family strolled in little by little. Before we knew it, the sun and dipped. It fell just enough to drop the temps a tad, and it was that tad that made it more…
