I'm blessed with the kindest father. He lives his life as a happy man.
He's a whistler. It's a mellow, joyful kind of whistle. Not harsh or shrill. Never seems to be an actual song, just a peppy tune of random notes. It epitomizes his life. He happily moves through each day with a smile on his face & a whistle on his lips. He inspires me to look on the bright side of life. It's impossible to be grouchy whilst whistling. When I am feeling blue, I try to think of my dad & whistle. It always puts a smile on my face.
10 years ago
4 comments:
Jenn,
Aww! Did your dad see what you wrote? If he's not a blog reader, you should read the post to him. Very sweet!
Jeanne
I haven't shown him yet. Thanks, you are right. I'm going to send him the link right now. :)
Jenn, this is so nice. Mark whistles and there are a couple of people at my work who whistle. It's a sweet sound. :)
Mark is a happy whistler! :)
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