I spoke with my dad last night, at my mom's house. It looks like he's actually coming! I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. He has a cold and sounded pretty miserable on the phone, but hopefully he slept well and will be feeling better today.
I remembered one more trip to Boston he made, which was for my Master's recital in 1993. But the only singing this weekend will be a few rousing choruses of "Happy Birthday" to Abby and Timmy.
Speaking of which, I've got goody bags to fill.
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