On Valentine's Night, I was sitting at my table working busily on my table easel. I was doing a scene with outdoor tables and a flower shop. So I'm inches from my pasteled roses, scratching carefully to show the petals with a colored pencil, and my dad comes in. With a bouquet of roses!

"I thought," he said, "maybe you drawing roses was a hint."

I didn't tell him it wasn't. Call it a subconcious hint. ;-) It definitely made my day.

My dad is so cool.