I didn’t think I’d write today. The ideas weren’t coming. The last two weeks, I wrote about stories that came while testing students at school. We didn’t test today. I went through the entire day, hoping an idea would hit me. I thought about writing about the gigantic snow pile that met me in the parking lot at school this morning. It was huge. Not much else to say about that.

We had a delayed opening. At one o’clock, it only felt like 11. No real story there.

I met with teachers. Planned some things. Worked in classrooms.

After school, I taxied children. Encouraged them to say thank you more often than felt necessary…even to their parents. Same old. Same old.

Then, during one of the fifteen minute stretches we get to be home between drop offs and pickups today, my phone rang. Dad flashed on my screen. “Hi Dad!” I answered.

“Hi J!” He said. “Are you home?”

I looked at the clock. “I’ll be home for about fifteen minutes (13 in reality…)before I have to drop Rose to dance. Did you want to stop by?”

A few minutes later, my dad was sitting at my kitchen island. He just wanted to stop by and say hi.

I made him a taco, with all the fixings strewn across the island. We chatted about all the usual things before he was off, so I could get Rose to dance.

He just wanted to stop by to say hi.

In our busy world, this tiny pause…it means everything.