"I had to think about it," Heather teased him as he entered the room and sat down. "But I figure you're old enough to handle it. So it's okay."
She watched him for a moment, resisting the urge to curl up in his lap while he read to her. That was one of her favorite memories from when she was little, and he would do it every night before she fell asleep. But she didn't think he would appreciate that right now, if only because he might break a hip if she tried.
"Making out invitations!" she announced cheerfully. She scrambled up from the bed and sifted through the pile of envelopes until she found the one addressed to him. She'd thought it would be cute to mail them out, even for the people she lived with, but she wanted to at least give one to her Dad. "Here. You can have yours in person."