Song – Thankful, Josh Groban

I was at a store across town, on a mission to find the elusive pair of jeans for my dress-over-jeans fashion attempt. (Those of you who have been jeans shopping know what the big sigh I just uttered means. Another reason to love skirts.) Having tried on about 8 pairs in the store next door to no avail, I was hoping this shop would prove more fruitful.

Barely in the door, my cell rings. Not a common occurrence, so I know it’s probably my dad, calling to tell me it’s time to come home. I dig the phone out of my purse and answer. It’s Daddy alright, but on a different mission than I suspect. We exchange pleasantries and I inquire as to what he needs.

“I just called to see if you’re happy.”

I giggle. Only my dad would call for a reason like that. “Well….I don’t know. I haven’t found what I’m looking for yet.” I grunt, looking at the lengthy rack of jeans.

“That shouldn’t have any effect on whether you’re happy or not.”

(Is my daddy smart or what?)

“True…I’m happy then.” I assure him, grinning, with more giggles.

His voice holds that familiar note of amusement it gets when he’s doing something just for the fun of it. I suspect he must be really bored, but he says he’s not. He just wanted to know if I was happy. I think it means he loves me.

That “random” phone call made me happy for the rest of the night. I still get happy thinking about it. Like the glitter from a special greeting card that you find on your shirt days later, it’s the little stuff that puts the sparkle in life.

Thanks, Daddy. (And I even found that pair of jeans.)