Happy Father's Day

I don't even think my Dad reads my blog. To be honest, I'm not even sure if he knows I have a blog. Maybe he doesn't even know what a blog is? Regardless of whether or not he sees this, he's amazing, and I love him! I feel lucky to be his little girl who's not so little anymore. I wish I could go back to the days of being little. I loved being little, I loved when he'd hold me, when he'd tuck me into bed at night and help me say my prayers, and I loved when he'd do his "funny laugh"for me even when it hurt his jaw. Can't I just be little again? Life seemed so carefree back then. The only thing I worried about back then was keeping up with all of the boys.
Well Dad, I love you. I've always told him if I can marry someone half the guy he is, I'd be one lucky girl. Some of my favorite memories with my Dad are:
1. Having him coach my Jr. Jazz games
2. When he sang supercalifragilisticexpialidocious on the bus with all of the first-graders after our field trip to Wheeler Farm (I thought he was the coolest Dad after that)
3. Getting to go to California with just him and Shawn and Jeff Lowder
4. Playing basketball every night before dinner. I couldn't go in for dinner until I'd make three baskets in a row
5. The night he came into Joe Morley's by himself while I was working and just sat and talked to me. We laughed, we cried, and we ate some good BBQ
6. When he left work early to drive me to Idaho just in time for class, because my carpool had to leave without me
7. When he called me out of the blue one day, while I was at BYU-Hawaii, just to tell me he loved me
8. Running in 10K races with him (even though he ALWAYS beats me)
9. Going to Giants games with him for our birthday's
10. Having him always wash my car and fill it up with gas every time I went home (which was practically every weekend I was at BYU)
The list could go on and on, but I don't want everyone reading this to be too jealous that they don't have my Dad as their own.