Thursday, September 27, 2007

To My Dad

I'll never forget following you around the garage looking for our next project,
Or wanting to go with you wherever you went.
Whether it was to the home improvement store or the county dump, it didn't matter to me.
I will always cherish the long rides home from a basketball game upset and stopping for a bite to eat while talking about the purpose of life.
Or learning how to drive a stick-shift for the first time.
I will always hold close to my heart the countless hours you spent caring for me during and after a long and, sometimes, scary brain surgery.
You always made sure that I was extra comfortable.
I'll forever remember seeing you in the temple on the day I married the love of my life,
And realizing I chose him because I had you.
I'll always think to call you first when my next child is born or when something great happens in my life,
Because I know that you really care and that it's the little things that matter most.
My love for you is bigger than all the little things, Dad. That's what matters most to me.

Happy Birthday.

P.S. It was that same stick-shift that sealed the deal on Matt's love for me. And what do you know, the truck is still in the family.

"It is a wise father that knows his own child."
~~By William Shakespeare (1564-1616)~~


















1 comment:

Mugs said...

Awwwww Doug. I love that man. I love his jokes. I still laugh at the ones I remember. This was a sweet post Andrea.