THANKS, DADDY-O
First off, let’s get one thing clear. I am well aware that it is a week after Father’s Day, and that I have kind of missed the window to do my Father’s Day Blog. However, I have a few important, logical reasons as to why I have decided to go maverick, and post my Father’s Day Blog a week late:
Father’s Day just happened to not coincide with the week that I was uploading my blog. So, that’s not my fault, that’s the calendar’s fault.
I wrote a Mother’s Day Blog, so I would pretty much be the worst daughter ever if I didn’t do a Father’s Day one.
Is there any law that says I can’t be grateful and appreciative of Daddy-o any time I feel like, even if it is a week after Father’s Day? Didn’t think so 😉
So, now that we’ve got all that cleared up, let’s get on with our regularly scheduled blog.
It’s June 16th, 2019, and our Father’s Day is going off about how it usually does. I presented my dad with the world’s greatest gift (ok, so he didn’t use those exact words, but they were definitely implied), and then I made him his favorite smoothie for breakfast. Later that day, as we sat in the pew at church, I felt like I had done a pretty good job at making my dad feel loved on Father’s Day. I made him food, I gave him a gift and a hug! (ask anyone, a hug is a real treat from me) Yup, I had definitely killed it. With those over-confident thoughts running through my head, I began to push Father’s Day to the side, thinking I had completed my task with flying colors. Then came Sunday School. As we sat in the pews discussing all the things that not only our father does for us, but our Heavenly Father, I began to feel very humbled, and very ungrateful. Had I taken the time to write my dad a card, telling him how much I appreciate all he has done for me? Had I expressed my thanks to him, at all? Nope, I had hoped a smoothie and a hug would do all the talking. Sitting there, feeling pretty dang lame, two words kept coming to mind as I thought of the word dad: thank you.
So, to make up for my total lack of understanding of what Father’s Day is about, here is my ode to you, Daddy-o! Thank you for….
For tricking mom into getting our first dog, Sweet Sally, when I was a kid. Throwing the ball with her is one of my earliest childhood memories.
For teaching me that the greatest combination is, and always will be, chocolate and peanut butter.
For always providing for us. I never had to worry about whether or not I would have food on the table, supplies for school, or even a dress for prom, because of all the hard work you do.
For giving me the greatest love ever, a love of eighties music.
For being a doctor at work, and at home. I know the last thing you want to do when you get home is look at my feet, but we really appreciate it. Plus, you are the best doctor I know 😉
For giving me your love of running. No matter how many times I denied your invitations to go running in high school, you never stopped inviting me (even when I was CRANKY about it). Now, I can’t imagine my life without running in it.
For not ridiculing me when I discovered for myself how amazing the sport of running really is. You could have really mocked me for it, but instead you were just happy that I had finally seen the light.
For taking me to see one of my favorite movies ever, How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Seeing that movie with you is one of my fondest childhood memories.
For taking me on my first date. Out of the four dates I have been on, that one was definitely my favorite 😉
For driving an hour to work every day, and an hour back, so we can continue living in the town we love.
For taking me to all of the concerts. This last one was definitely my favorite, and a memory I will always hold dear.
For taking us all over the country. I have seen so many different, wonderful places because of where your job took us.
For always watching a BYU game with me, even if we are down by a butt ton, and all hope seems lost.
For loving our crazy dogs so much. The way you took care of Hershey the past couple of week was one of the sweetest things I have ever seen.
For never laughing at my jokes. It gives me a lifelong challenge to achieve.
For teaching me how to drive. Imagine how scary it would be if I had only received instruction from mom 😉
For being such a good example of what hard work looks like. I could not have asked for better parents in that department.
For watching all of the soccer games with us, even if it is shamefully not your favorite sport.
For moving us to New Mexico. There was a hot minute where I kind of hated you for it, but I am now forever grateful, because I know this was the place where I needed to grow up.
This list could go on, and on, and on, but I’ve decided to spare my readers the lovefest and stop here. Thank you Daddy-o, for everything you do. I wouldn’t be who I am today without your guidance and love. Sorry it is a week late! Love you!