* Watching the USA Women's world cup while our family room (recently-cleaned) carpet dried and then jumping on it when they won!
* Mouthing "pow" while shooting his trigger finger at Heather Lavezzo, while popping out of the boat like a gopher! (and scaring her/making her laugh)
* Motorcycle talk with AJ
* Getting a red card at one of my first (Rec!) soccer games, making him leave the game.
* Made me feel better about having freckles
* father's blessings
* seeing him tear up in our sealing room
* laying on asphalt and looking at stars
* helping us all across the rocks when we'd go hiking.
* if he'd say "i think thats a little heavy on the eye makeup" i knew it probably was, because he never really commented on hair or makeup stuff.
* "What's the homework situation?"
* When I'd go to his work, I'd always draw a picture of him on his whiteboard in his cubicle before we'd leave. Basic face with tufts of hair on the side, glasses, and a mustache. Did the trick every time.
* I remember sitting on his bed next to him and him teaching me how to draw a face. I think one of the first ones we did was a pirate. That's still probably what I draw better than anything else.
* Modesto A's games. I loved those baseball games and totally thought they were the big leagues. Later we'd go to Giants and A's games and it was even better. Gotta love baseball with dad.
* I remember when he'd play basketball with guys from church and he'd be the only one with those funny sports goggles. Before games I'd watch him do up his ankles braces and high tops. He was intense, man. I usually played under the bleachers :)
* My dad always made an effort to go to my soccer games, track meets, and cross country meets. It was so fun when I'd realize he'd made it that particular day. I may not have seen him come to the track meet, and I'd be at the starting line and I'd look up to him cheering me on and wishing me luck. I'd run down the soccer field and my dad would say "there she is!" and I'd be thinking, yeah listen to him and give me the ball! Haha. My dad gets pretty intense about sports and back in the day he'd get so riled up about my coaches if they didn't put me in enough. He's always been my biggest fan!
* Obviously I don't remember this because I was like 2, but apparently I'd only let my dad buckle my seat belt/car seat for me. I'd say, "NO! Daddy do!" What a brat.
* Dad really gets into playing Santa every year for the wards in our stake. Over the years he's upgraded his costume and beard and his rosy cheek technique. It's pretty fun to watch.
* When I was a kid I actually wanted to help my dad take off his shoes when he came home from work. I'd sit on the floor and loosen up his laces at the very least. Haha!
* When the other girls my age were dressing up as dancers and fairies for Halloween, my dad helped me make my roadkill costume. We got some old sweats and he ran over them with the car to make tread marks. Then he helped me put the fake "wounds" all over my face. I looked pretty disgusting...I mean...AWESOME!
My dad is so special to me (duh). Some people look like either one parent or the other, and I'm convinced I'm exactly 50/50 on everything. However, I got my skin type from my dad, hands down. It has set me apart from my siblings (they can tan) and it's the silliest thing, but it makes me feel pretty close to him, like I was the blessed pale child sent to him. Haha!
My dad is always my biggest fan, and I know when there is any small accomplishment in my life, that I can call him and he'll be there to cheer for me. When I think of my Father in Heaven I think of Him as a perfecter version of the great dad I already have. It takes great "earthly" dads to understand our Heavenly Father's love for us and I feel like my dad has provided such a great example of that.
I love you Dad!
Making sure Jeff doesn't look homeless.
Cool biker dude.
All tuckered out. One on my favorite Kodak moments.
This picture is pretty gross of all of us. But we were happy on our Christmas morning!
Here's a picture of AJ and I with our dads.
6 comments:
A. you're the sweetest daughter for undoing your dad's laces
B. I'd love to see your roadkill costume
C. Your wedding picture is beautiful
love the post! you're hilarious. thanks for the encouragement with the twilight reading. i'm glad i'm not the only obsessed one...lol!
I love your dad like he was my own! These are some of my favorite memories of Mark:
1) He let us climb out your bathroom window onto the roof every year to watch the fireworks on the 4th of July.
2) I'd always tease him about your wilderness of a backyard and then he'd complain that I never came by after he cleaned it up.
3) I always have this image of your dad from some ward picnic or party we had behind the church in the softball/soccer field where all the men were racing and your dad was so serious about it. I can still see him doing his stretches before the race and how upset he was that he lost because all the other men went the wrong way and got in his way as he was heading to the finish line.
Your dad is awesome!
Hahaha! That race sounds awesome, and JUST like my dad. I'm sure it wasn't too funny to him at the time thought. hehe. "Cotton-pickin cheaters!"
you're so funny. i didn't mind the first several chapters. it was getting annoying that edward wasn't in the picture tho...that was driving me nuts. jacob just isn't the same. but i still really liked it!
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