Ski Jacket

I was getting ready to leave for work this morning when my phone rang. I look at it, it says "Dad." I think, "Isn't he in the basement?"

I answer it, and it's him--I can hear him talking right below me. He tells me that he's already been outside today and it's very cold out there. He says he left his extra ski jacket on the coat rack in case I want to wear it over what I'm already wearing.

It was really sweet.

Earlier this week, he got up early to shovel the walkway for me. Then I didn't go to work that day. I'm a horrible daughter. Well, maybe not. I did bring him a 12-pack of High Life the night before.