My Dad…still my hero after all these years.

So my wonderful husband is away and we got twelve inches of snow. I was determined that a little dump of snow was NOT, I repeat, NOT going to leave me feeling helpless. (I suppose I should tell you that our roles are very well defined…I don’t do lawns or snow removal…he doesn’t do toilets or floors. It works!) However, the “I am woman hear me roar!” side of me was going to remove that snow if it killed me. Until my Dad called and said, “Don’t you dare go outside to snowblow…I’ll be right there.” So there I sat, in my nice warm house, having coffee with my Mom, enjoying my three children, watching my Dad through my 112 year old windows…thinking how lucky I am. I will exert my independence another day….maybe when it’s warmer.