My Dad has to take my oldest sibling to the doctor so I’ve been transported to his house. I’m laying…

My Dad has to take my oldest sibling to the doctor so I’ve been transported to his house. I’m laying on the couch here, muscles on ache, stomach in knots. I’m also worried sick about packing up the house in enough time. I got this text though, made me feel like it’s okay to stop and let myself recuperate. Moving in 48 hours is serious business. He’s got a swollen ankle and is on a cane, but he’s gonna get it done.

Moments like this remind me why I love him...