My Pops

Last weekend, we were eating dinner with some guests when my dad (who lives in L.A.) kept calling. And calling. And calling. And finally I picked it up and he said, "Josie, I'm in a van with 6 other men for business and I'm 20 minutes from your house. We want to come see you."

I was SO excited. He was in San Jose for business, and he and his co workers decided to go to San Francisco for dinner. On their way there, he had everybody swing by our place, jump out of the van, take a couple of pictures, and then drive off.

It was short (like three minutes) but sweet.