i'd been trying to think of what i could post about my dad for a while. it's not that i couldn't come up with anything, i just didn't know how to sum up my dad in a blog post.
my dad and i have always had a good relationship. i'm the baby girl, what do you expect? ha, just kidding. but really, we have. of course we have our differences and growing up i sometimes thought he was mean for making me wake up at 5am to lay grass in the backyard. but i understand that now. if you know anything about him, you know that he is one of the hardest working people ever. and i'm really not exaggerating when i say that. he is one of those people that doesn't use his sick days at work, even when he is sick. (one of our differences ;)) over the past month and a half he has practically LIVED at southwest airlines to pay for my wedding.
one thing i think most people know about him (and if they don't, they can figure it out pretty quickly) is that he loves his family and he loves the gospel. he has been the best example to me on how to teach and how to live. i'm so thankful and blessed to have him as a father.
i love you, dad. i know it's weird for you that your youngest daughter is your first one getting married, and i know that if you had your way you would always be the only priesthood holder in my life. i'll miss all the times you and i were the only ones home and we'd talk about anything and everything. just remember the one thing that will never change: i'll always be your little cackie lebi.
