My Dad

When I was 3 years old I would often try to get my dad to stay home from work. My schemes were usually unsuccessful, but I was always very excited when he returned. My mom says that whenever he was around I would have nothing to do with her. You could definitely call me "a daddy's girl." Now that I am all grown up, I have a lot of respect for the wisdom that comes from his counsel and feel very blessed to have his powerful example in my life. Here are some things I love about my dad:

- He works harder than anyone I know. Every Saturday he is up at the crack of dawn working on projects. On Saturday afternoon you can find him zonked out on the living room floor.
- He plays hard too. I love how he taught me to ride a bike, snow ski, waterski, run fast, and drive a motorcycle. He is also my flute buddy and he likes to sing.
- He buys fun toys like scooters, boats, kayaks, bikes, motorcycles, etc.
- He is a little bit of a softy and is liable to shed tears when he's feeling the love.
- He is always willing to serve. I loved watching him serve as a scout master, bishop and service missionary. He is also not only working on his own house or car every Saturday, but his kids' houses and cars too. He does whatever is needed of him.
- I have also loved watching him take care of my mom. I always hoped to marry someone like my dad. For my dad, love is an action word and he shows his love by doing.
- My dad loves cars. When I got in my first car accident I was scared I'd be in big trouble, but he just hugged me and told me not to worry about the car, that it is "just a piece of metal."
- He gives big hugs, which probably comes from my grandpa, who used to practically squeeze us to death.
- He is a miracle-worker. When he uses his priesthood, asks God for a miracle - he gets one.
- My dad is a fun, rough-and-tumble grandpa. Or in our family, "Tada."
- He would do anything in the world for me. He'd give me, my mom and siblings the whole entire world if he could.