dearest father

my dad. what a guy.

well, seeing as it is fathers day i decided i should probably pay a little tribute to my dad on here (even though i'm pretty sure he never reads this), but nonetheless...

i'm thoroughly convinced i have the best dad in the world. yes, the very best, and i will tell you why:

1. he is one of the hardest workers i've ever met. he supports our family so well, never murmuring a single complaint.

2. he treats my mother like a queen, and just seeing them together you can tell how much love and respect he has for her.

3. when something bad happens and i'm stressing out (which happens quite often) my dad is the first person i call and he can always calm me down and make me look at things logically.

4. he's hilarious!  he has this somewhat sarcastic sense of humor and makes the most random and outrageously funny comments.

5. he pretends to be the tough guy, but deep down he's incredibly compassionate and loving (though he'd never admit it).

6. he's not afraid to be himself and he's got a quiet confidence about him. 

7. he's beyond talented, and he's always working on improving all of his talents.  he's a phenomenal photographer, woodworker/craftsman, chef, and guitarist, among other things.

8. he's so smart and has such deep insights into so many things.  i love talking to him about anything and everything and i always come away with new perspectives on life.

9. he would help anyone out without thinking twice about it.

10.  he has an incredibly strong testimony and you can see how much he loves the Lord by simply watching the way he lives his life.  he's been such an amazing example to me of what living a Chist-like life is all about.

i'm one lucky girl to have a dad like mine.

i love you dad.

slightly awkward...

as a mother, at what point do you stop taking your son into the women's restroom when they have to do their thing?

someone should probably inform the mother at the restroom i was just in on what that appropriate age is...

home sweet home

i was able to go home for a few days over memorial day weekend. it was so good to be back at home and see my family, and a much needed break.  filled with lots of...

big jud's

finally meeting my precious little godson

cooking delicious meals (it tastes better than it looks. promise.)

 cake decorating

carrie underwood

...sitting in the parking lot for an hour trying to get home after carrie underwood...

all in all an awesome weekend...until my flight got canceled on the way home and i had to wait for the evening flight where i got to stop in portland (which, yes, is completely out of the way)...got stopped at security because my belt set off the metal detector...got stopped again at security because i "appeared to have a knife in my backpack" (do i really look like a terrorist?)...made it safe and sound to salt lake (by the way, is there anything more depressing than getting off a plane and having no one there waiting to pick you up, and instead making the lonely treck back to your car to drive yourself home? i think not.)...stood at the wrong luggage carousel with the rest of the passengers on my plane until they announced our luggage was on another carousel and no one had bothered to mention this to us...forgot where i parked my car in the huge economy lot (and accidentally erased the text i had previously sent myself to remind me where i parked)...eventually found my car and made it back to provo.  really nothing you can do in this situation but laugh at how horribly wrong everything is going.

airport craziness aside, a great vacation. now back to the daily grind.