My Daddy

This is my Dad.

He loves to take pictures. We teased him so much that for a while, he quit taking them. But we convinced him that we were teasing him out of love. Plus we realized that we had all quit bringing our cameras when we got together because we knew he would take them, and suddenly no one had pictures! LOL

He is a work horse. I remember growing up and working in the yard on Saturdays and working until 9:00 at night. I hated it then, and have completely rebelled against it as an adult, but I am so grateful that he taught me to work hard. Because when I do have a huge project to do (sod from their yard to ours) and I am hurting and sore and crying, I keep going because I know I will be so glad that I did.

He makes the BEST cheese-egg sandwiches. My kids love to sleep over there because they know they will get his world famous cheese-egg sandwiches for breakfast, and possibly lunch! They are so good. And no matter how hard I try, I just can't make them the same as he does. Or maybe it's just because I had to make them, and didn't have someone serve me!

My dad has a firm testimony of the church. He knows the gospel is true, and I know he knows. I love that. I love that he holds and honors his priesthood. I never doubted that growing up. I knew (and still know) that if I ever needed a blessing, I could ask him and he would be willing.

So Daddy, I love you. Thank you for everything. You are my hero.