I went home to South Dakota and spent a week eating my weight in goodies and generally trying to return to my natural vegetative/hibernating state.
One night I heard my dad shout that he was watching slides. I roused myself from beneath a heated blanket and made my way to the basement, where I found him clicking through a tray of my parents' wedding pictures from 1974.
I was well acquainted with all the images, since I'd painstakingly scanned, edited, and archived them several years before. But I'd never had the accompanying commentary from a happily buzzed father.
"Look at that. Look at your mom. She looks like a freakin' movie star!"
"I never really noticed how pretty that dress was. With the lace on the sleeves and neck ..."
"Whoah! Someone put a lot of work into those streamers."
Long pause while it slowly dawned on him after 40 years.
"You know, I bet when all of us guys left and went out to the bar, the girls stayed behind and decorated!"
At that moment my mom arrived to confirm, with an amused smirk, that he was correct. Then she joined him on the couch to fill in the rest of the blanks, and they both looked back on each other as if for the first time.