"Humming a tune is a sign of a content heart."
That's what Dad always said. He would catch anyone humming or whistling and let them know of the peace they emulated while in quiet song.
Today I prepped dinner. It was early afternoon, sun was beginning to shine through the kitchen window and country music played softly in the background.
A familiar tune came to mind, as it often does when I'm remembering my Dad.
You see, this was when we shared our time together. Babies would still be napping, the carpet freshly vacuumed and the oven preheating as Dad and I prepped dinner, usually using food fresh from the garden. He would lean through the pass-through window of the kitchen and start his whistle.
If I could write the tune, I would.
I never, ever want to forget it.
I whistled it today with tears.
Hopefully I can whistle it soon with a smile.
I love that man and his whistle.
