Bonding Time
It snowed a lot last night :S I am really getting sick of the snow!! Can't wait for it be sunny and warm again :D
So back to my story, the driveway was completely covered. Papa comes home and he's like, "Come on Sarah, let's go shovel the driveway!"... like I'm really gonna do it... what good is it having brothers/sons around? So i told him to wait for them to come home. Besides, Papa shouldn't do it.. it always leaves him aching, even tho he denies it and all of the news reports say to not overdo it. But nooooo, he puts on his boots... so then I was like okay okay I'm coming too (seriously, it's been years since I've shovelled the snow). I put on my lumberjack Kangol hat so that I don't freeze my butt off and I grab a shovel... then Papa's like "No, Sarah jus keep me company!".... Awwwww. But nah, couldn't jus watch him do all of the shovelling... so we shovelled together. Rarely do me and Papa get a chance to bond... just the two of us.. especially nowadays, always working. But when we do, we have the best conversations. We talk about everything: family, politics, investments... you name it. Those are the times you get to see your parents as people with opinions and thoughts, not just as parents.
HIGHLIGHT: got to hang out with Papa
On a sour note: my girly skinny arms are gonna be sore tomorrow :S