Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Dear John...

it's cold outside.
I was walking to Curves this morning with my hood up over my head,
my hands dangling inside my sleeves
(dang! I'm going to have to find my gloves!),
and my zipper zipped right up under my chin.
I wasn't wearing any socks however,
and it was breeeezy!
I instantly thought of you.
My desire to avoid socks as long as possible.
And your desire to wear shorts into the dead of winter.
I had always wondered whether you really weren't cold.
I mean, dad, come on.
Shorts in the middle of winter seemed pretty silly.
Remember when you picked me up at Jenna's for the first time wearing your shorts?
Her family thought you were so funny!
They fell in love with you instantly...
how could they not?
Everyone always did.
You had a magnetic force that was just so nutty, people couldn't help but love you.
Well dad, here's to shorts in the winter.
After my walk this morning--sans socks-- I don't think I'm going to be trying it anytime soon :)
Your Daughter

1 comment:

Mr and Mrs M said...

As soon as I started reading this entry, I had a smile on my face. I can remember many a time seeing your father in shorts in the middle of the winter!
I don't know how he did it, I can't leave the house these days without my mitts and a hat!