Hail

Today I'm thankful for the hail and the sweet memory that came to me as I drove through it. My dad was a great man. I never heard him swear. He just didn't do it. He was very selective about his words. But anytime it started it hail, he would yell from his office (or wherever he happened to be), "Well, HAIL!!" And still to this day when it starts to hail, I can hear his voice saying that! I'm thankful for sweet reminders like that.