Today is my dad’s birthday. Oh how I love this man, just like every daddy’s girl should. I admire him in so many ways. He is the most charitable, hard-working, and selfless person I have ever met. He loves his family, and always knows how to show us.
When I was a little girl my dad would come and take me out to lunch each year on my birthday. Sometimes, he would just come to school so he could go through the ‘hot lunch’ line and eat with me in the cafeteria. He would always stay after lunch so we could play on the play ground until the bell rang for class. Every kid in my grade, and usually the grade above and below me, wanted to be my friend on those days. They crowded him on the cafeteria bench and surrounded him on the playground. I had the coolest dad in the world, and I was so proud to show him off.
Honestly, there are a million and one reasons why I adore being my father’s daughter. Here is a short list:
1. He ALWAYS makes me laugh. He has such a great sense of humor and always exudes a love for life. He is famous for his stories, but the best part is the animated way he tells them.
2. For as long as I can remember he has been the victor in the following games/competitions: bump-out, hand stand competitions, family ping pong tournaments (yes we make brackets each Christmas), pillow fights, wrestling matches, long prayers, falling asleep the fastest when watching movies or reading books, racing Mom home after church on Sundays (if we had to take 2 cars), eating the leftovers from other family member’s dinner plates, and spinning a basketball on one finger.
3. Always a kid at heart, my dad knows how to inspire and encourage childhood creativity and adventure. From bike rides, camping, and sports at the park, to pine-wood durbies, making home-made cards, late-night games of sardines, and reading stories before bed, he truly taught us the joys of being a kid.
4. He knows how to make the most of any situation. We never had much luck with cars, and it just wasn’t a family trip without breaking down somewhere. Instead of grumbling and getting angry while we sat and waited along hot deseret roads, he would find old metal cans and glass jars along the side of the road, set them up old fences, and we would throw rocks and try to knock them over. If we were pulling the camper, we would put out the shade awning and just sit there, playing and laughing until the tow-truck came. (I think secretly my dad loved these moments most of all.)
5. He gets choked up when tells me over the phone how much he loves me and misses me.
In short, he is a wonderful father, and an amazing man. Happy birthday, Dad! I love you.