On to another adventure, I made sure that this one was kept secret…well at least from my dad. I booked my flight to San Francisco approximately two months ahead of time and told everyone about my visit except for him (I’m just glad he doesn’t have a Facebook page).
Saturday morning, after some much needed time spent with the sisters, I stood outside my dad’s door waiting for him to answer. He was definitely apprehensive to two females standing outside his door at 9am. Cracking the door open slightly, with the dogs jumping and barking crazily in the background, he questioned who I was. Finally, after connecting the dots he realized that I was actually physically standing in front of him and not in Boston. He was quiet surprised. I believe he liked his surprise birthday present.
A Nice Surprise for my Dad's 80th Birthday
Seasoned With Youth 