My phone hasn't rang that late since I was in practice. And because I currently have a caseload of zero clients (not to mention a suspended license), I knew it wasn't a client. Caller id told me it was my dad.
Of course, the requisite thoughts flew through my head. Something happened. My mom is sick. My mom died (although I doubt this will ever happen, since I'm fairly certain she will outlive us all). Dad's sick. The dog died. The house burnt down. The cat got stuck in a tree (again).
So by the time I actually answered the phone, I was slightly out of breath and had that waver in my voice that you get when you are nervous. "Everything okay?" I asked hurried.
"Oh, yeah..." My dad drawled. He sounded fine. Relaxed. Content.
Okay, no one died. The house is still standing. Whew.
"What's up?" I asked, quizzically. I love my dad and we chat all the time, but not usually at 9pm on a Tuesday nights.
He proceeded to tell me that he ordered our Easter present and it will be arriving some time in the next week. He said that he had been watching Food Network when he was suddenly inspired by something they featured, and went promptly to the computer to order us one. (He also sent one north to Minnesota).
He sounded really proud of himself. And I was dying of curiosity. My dad's gifts are always really great and well thought-out (not to mention delicious). We are still working our way through the 13 lbs of bacon he sent us two Thanksgivings ago. (mmm...bacon.)
When the doorbell rang this past Tuesday, I was excited for two reasons: 1.) Scotty wasn't sleeping (and thus not in danger of being woken up early) and 2.) the present was here! The UPS guy looked a little envious to be handing over the large, white box and it wasn't until I caught sight of the return address did I understand why.
Two words, folks. Two words.
And one more word:
For all of your Chicago-ites, you understand my excitement. If you are in the unfortunate group that has never tried Lou Malnati's deep dish pie, well, I feel badly for you and think you should probably remedy that problem quickly.
My friend Krista had sent us Lou Malnati's after Scotty was born and we were able to enjoy both pizzas until my diet became dairy-free. Likewise, just about this time last year, I remember watching (insane amounts of) Food Network and having to talk myself out of ordering Lou Malnati's. Because the last thing my uber-pregnant, ravenous self needed was more food.
But my dad really hit this one out of the park as he ordered not just pizza...not just Eli's cheesecake...not just baby back ribs....but also an entire package of (::gasp::) real Chicago Hot Dogs. (they deserve all caps, in my opinion). The little kit came complete with dogs, poppy-seed buns, mustard and even a little pouch of electric-green relish.
I teared up a little at the sight of that relish.
So, thank you Dad for such an awesome Easter gift! Brian and I can't wait to dig into all of our goodies. There is nothing better than a little taste of home, especially when you are 1700 miles away.