Father's Day

I love this picture of my Dad as it captures him as he really is: strong, reflective, good. David took this picture last year while we enjoyed an afternoon at Five Springs campground in the Big Horn Mountains in Wyoming. For many years, I didn't really appreciate my Dad like I do now. But as I age, I recognize that I become more like him with every passing year. My Dad told me when I was younger that after his mission, he spent three months herding sheep on the mountain. I couldn't understand why he'd do that then, but I do now. Daily, I crave alone time with those I love the most. It's tough being an introvert in a world and a church that values people who are outgoing. If I had my way, I'd move to rural Montana with my husband, my kids, my parents, and a few special friends and live by ourselves in the country, far from any "politics" that so invade our lives. But I digress - this entry is supposed to be about my Dad, not me. I love how my Dad has never blindly followed any commandment or church advice, but rather thought through it for himself, questioned, and prayed to have a knowledge for himself. I encourage my kids to question so I can teach them and encourage them to find out for themselves. I love how my Dad followed his dream of living off the land instead of driving truck. I love how my Dad and Mom taught me/us to stand up for what is right and what we believe in (even if it isn't right - at least we don't cave under pressure). I love how my parents raised us to be independent - to be adults. There are so many people who still rely on their parents for financial support rather than being a support to their parents. I love that my parents have always rooted for and cared about the underdog and/or the sinner. I have to admit I appreciate those who aren't so perfect in their approach to life. I hope I am like my parents in that those who feel a little tarnished when they come to church feel comfortable and welcomed by me. I am sure I have forgotten for the moment many more things that make my parents amazing and noble. I love them with all of my heart. I am grateful for how they raised me and the person I've become because of their influence. I hope they know that.

Now I must add how very much I love and appreciate my dear husband, David. Some time ago, David made sure we would be well provided for if something should happen to him. Since that time, he's mentioned a few times that I'm looking forward to the insurance money (this usually comes out during a "discussion"). I just want to state clearly for all to hear, and I quote Kelly Clarkson, MY LIFE WOULD SUCK WITHOUT YOU!!! I know this is crude, but that is truly how I feel. David supports me in everything I do. He works hard to provide for us, but comes home at a reasonable time every night so he can spend time with his kids and his wife. He keeps our household flexible and fun. He hates spending money as much as I do - we're a GREAT team. He doesn't hold a grudge and does his quiet best at everything he's asked to do at church and/or life. He's an unsung hero in my opinion. David's my best friend - I prefer talking to him to any other person on this earth. David is our kids' hero, the one who comes up with our amazing vacation ideas, Saturday events, and exciting evenings. He puts us first in his life and we love him. I'd better stop, however, because he is sure to be mortified when I post this :).