Recently I read the book "The Five Love Languages", as I read it I thought about the way my family interacts with each other. I learned a long time ago the words I love you are not something my father says willing. It does not mean he does not love me. He just says it in different ways. It took half a my life and wisdom of age to learn how he expresses love.

Well my Dad just called me from my drive way. He came up to prepare some things for the storm and checked my car over. He called me to tell me that one of my tires needs some air.

I smiled because I clearly heard in his call, I love you.

Lots and lots of pretty snow is on the way. my dog and I are looking forward to playing in it. :-) This storm is just what I asked for.