At work driving up the hill, I see the step-dad's pickup with a little short haired head in the passenger seat, just high enough so that I can tell that it's him. I slow down as I pass the old grey truck turning all of my attention to waiving at him and making sure he can see me, I believe I was waiving with both hands. I had to look like a kid his age when he gets a toy he really likes. We went by too fast to tell if he noticed. So passed him again on another street and he can see me coming this time. They go in front of us and he is focused and waiving like crazy and I'm waiving like crazy, it's like we're mirror images of each other, we both look silly no doubt but it's worth it to let him know I love him.
To see him get so excited to see me just makes my life worth living.