Friday, November 5, 2010

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.


Jeanne said...


Aww! Did your dad see what you wrote? If he's not a blog reader, you should read the post to him. Very sweet!


Jenn said...

I haven't shown him yet. Thanks, you are right. I'm going to send him the link right now. :)

Alanna Klapp said...

Jenn, this is so nice. Mark whistles and there are a couple of people at my work who whistle. It's a sweet sound. :)

Jenn said...

Mark is a happy whistler! :)