My dad called me yesterday morning to tell me he'd been reading the articles I gave him on the weekend (poor man - I dumped three of my longwinded reports for a business mag with him over the weekend to trawl through). He said he just wanted to let me know that he thinks I'm a very good writer and that he's proud of me.
How sweet is that? It started my day off really well. Never underestimate the power of a nice compliment.