I'm 36. When I was a kid (before cell phones) if we ever went to the airport or somewhere with a lot of people, my dad would wear these pants. He called them his airport pants. The purpose was that if we ever got separated, I would either be able to spot him, or I would be able to go get help and give them a very detailed description of "he's wearing purple pants with orange skateboarding dinosaurs on them."

My dad came out to visit a couple weeks ago and he told me to close my eyes because he had something to give me. He pulled these out and I started bawling. I hadn't even thought of these pants in years and totally just forgot they existed. I don't get to see my dad a lot (once a year if lucky) and he turned 70 this year.

For some reason it just means the whole world to have these. Our relationship has been rocky to say the least (partly my addiction, partly lots of other things) but we have really connected in such an amazing way over the last couple of years and knowing he kept these pants through all the moves and life changes, just to ultimately gift them to me, means everything 🥰