So it's goodbye time.. I go for the handshake, while he goes for the hug.
Then like some intimate game of paper, rock, scissors, we switch — I go for the hug and he sticks out his hand.
We share an uncharacteristic and brief laugh.
But 'hugs' always beat 'shakes', see?
So we hug for the first time in many years, maybe since I left for college.
And I think I am beginning to love my dad, again. = ]
