Several years ago, my parents got the kids some sleds for Christmas. We have a hill behind our house that is perfect for sledding. Every time it snowed, my dad would call and ask the kids if they went sleigh riding. That is what he called it...sleigh riding. One of the last things he talked about with the kids before he passed was if they had been sleigh riding. We haven't had much snow and the past few years when we have had snow, it has just been too cold. But today...today was the perfect day for it. And as my kids laughed and giggled and went up and down the hill on this perfect winter afternoon, I know my father was smiling. Watching them from the window, I smiled too and told him..."The kids went sleigh riding tonight, Dad. And they had a blast."