Back in 2008, I wrote the following about Dads (and more specifically about my dad): Dad is someone who plays blanket monster for hours upon end. Dad is someone who takes his daughters fishing and camping just as often as he does his sons. Dad is someone who helps you set up a 40 foot slip 'n slip. Dad is someone who takes time out of his busy schedule to come to your band concerts and soccer games. Dad is someone who has pictures of his family up on the walls in his office instead of plaques. Dad is someone who takes all the kids to Arby's when mom is out of town. Dad is someone who gives you a blessing at the start of a new school year and through the spirit speaks straight to your heart. Dad is someone who corners your boyfriends and asks "what are your intentions with my daughter?" Dad is someone who you measure your boyfriends up against. Dad is someone who cries for you and with you when you hurt. Dad is someone who cries at your wedding. Dad is someone who calls you back right away, even when he's swamped at the office. Dad is someone who I know will always love me, unconditionally, through the lows and the highs of life.
My dear old Dad. I love him so much. He's the best dad I could have ever dreamed to have. When I think of my dad, I think of these three words- wisdom, strength, and unconditional love. He is one of the most tenderhearted men on the planet. I remember back in middle school when he served as the bishop of our church's ward, he was up there at the pulpit almost every week with tears streaming down his cheeks. This was not an embarrassing thing to me. I was usually staring up at his face with tears streaming down my cheeks too :) He's not afraid to open his heart and share his emotions with those he cares about. He was such a fun dad growing up. I have the best memories of family camping, hiking, canoeing, and fishing trips. He's forever an optimist- I can remember many a time backpacking or hiking when my dad vividly remember the hike to be at least a few miles shorter than it actually was, or a canoe trip that was really supposed to only take an hour father than the five it turned out to be. Love you Dad!
My beloved best friend and husband, Robert. There are not words enough to describe the overwhelming love and admiration have have for Rob. He's everything I could have ever dreamed of in a husband and father for my children. The minute he walks in the door, he drops everything for his boys. Jasper and Gid light up and run with open arms to Rob when they hear the sliding door open. I breathe a huge sigh of relief the second he comes home because I know he's going to dive full heartedly into helping get dinner on the table and entertaining the kiddos. He's so involved with helping raise these children we created together. He takes time out of his busy schedule to have fun with us. He is SOOOOO much more patient than I am! I'm glad there are two of us because I become not a very nice mom come 6 pm in the evening. Rob is such a deep thinker and intelligent beyond my full comprehension. We went to his lab this weekend and Jasper listened so intently and carefully as Rob explained the experiments he;s been working on. I love that Rob passes on knowledge freely to his sons and myself.
Rob's dad, Larry, is also very special to me. He raised the man I married and I love to see all the wonderful things Rob learned from him. Larry is an avid gardener, which I love to pick his brain about. There is sure a lot of knowledge up in that brain of his. I want to put his brain on for a few days so that I can glean even just a little bit of the vast amount of things he knows. He is one of the hardest workers this world has ever known. He's an ox. When I think of Larry, I imagine him hauling huge boulders around his yard or something. I know it sounds weird, but he's actually done it, so it's not all that strange. He loves his family and his children so much. He raised Rob to love and honor the Lord. I am forever thankful to him for that.
Here's a couple of the things I did to show my Robbie how grateful I am that he's the father of our children:
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