Thursday night. That’s our night and Dad never let me down. Sure we had to make exceptions for special events now and then, but he never canceled or forgot. I’ve since grown up and have a family of my own, but I still call Dad every Thursday night, if he doesn’t call me first.

I realize now how difficult it was for him to give me that night every week. I’m sure there was always work to do and I know there were nights that he just wanted to relax. One Thursday his best friend called with tickets to the big game. I’m sure his friend thought he was crazy when he turned down the ticket saying, “Sorry, but I have some important plans for tonight.” I felt ten feet tall hearing my Dad say I was more important than the game.

The only problem I have calling Dad every Thursday is my own son’s complaint that it takes time from our night. Some day he’ll understand and I’m sure he’ll forgive me for those 15 minutes I spend on the phone. After all, it’s our night.

It's more important to do right things than do things right