My dad called on Friday. After we hung up the phone rang again and I answered. "I forgot something", he said.
"Oh?" I responded.
"I forgot to tell you I love you."

I smiled a smile that couldn't translate over the phone, but I thanked him for calling back. Told him "I love you too".

In January I will see my father for the first time in five years. Last week I would have told anyone willing to listen that I wasn't looking forward to it, that I was unsure. But he called back and that's all it takes sometimes.