Pride

I realized this weekend, or i guess was reminded because I have already had this realization before, that my dad is super proud of me. Even though he always gives me such a hard time, he is proud of me. His sister and some of her family from Arizona were in Minnesota staying with my cousins in Woodbury this weekend and Saturday evening for dinner they all came to our house for hamburgers. It was just a sorta normal and boring family visit, but I did notice my dad talking about me several times throughout the evening, almost always saying something good about me, almost as if he were bragging that he had such a great son. It made me feel really good and also pursuaded me to stay a little past dinner time to play cards before going out to a friends for a birthday party. Overall, I enjoyed the visit.