Yes, that's where I get my squinty eyes from.

This post is dedicated to my dad, who ironically enough, never reads blogs... but what can I expect? Neither does Brad.

So - I gave the YW lesson today in church, and it was all about fathers and the priesthood. I had to choose my words really carefully, because we have so many girls in our ward who don't have fathers in their homes (it turned out okay, because we really focused on choosing a worthy future spouse, instead of dwelling on current situations)... But the whole experience really made me think. While preparing the lesson, I had a lot of time to reflect on my childhood and the positive example and leader that my dad has always been to me. I guess I just didn't realize how lucky I am.

My dad is seriously the best. He is hilarious. He has this really dry sense of humor, which is sometimes a front for his very deep, very personal emotions. He has always gone out of his way to make all of us kids feel special and loved. He has such a strong testimony of the Gospel. He honors his priesthood and he LOVES my mom.

Oh, and he thinks he's Jack Bauer.

I found this picture while rummaging through photos yesterday, and it makes me smile. I can't believe I got my dad to hold my bouquet... actually, I think we've tricked him into doing a lot of things out of character over the years. Like wearing matching home-made t-shirts to senior/father breakfast, or paying Matt to jump into Lacamas Lake in his underoos (in December), or lip-syncing "Leader of the Pack"... what a trooper!