Happy Father's Day
Hi Dad! Happy Father's Day!
I thought I would dig up an old picture of us back in the glory days. The couch we're sitting on, is the same couch I remember picking my middle name out on...my mom says I didn't pick out my middle name. I believe her, but I also remember being on that lovely brown number above, doing what I thought was picking out my middle name. They had probably already given it to me and were just trying to make me feel a part of the process (how else would I pick the same name, Elizabeth, that was indeed already my middle name).
Anyway, I have lots to thank you and love you for dad. Thank you for the endless hours you spent driving me to swim practice, cheering me on at meets, encouraging me & giving me perspective in my losses and celebrating with me in my successes. Thank you for teaching me geometry and how to drive despite my stubbornness. Mom & Matt still give you props for those miraculous feats.
My dad is a man of faith. When I look back I can see how all throughout my life my dad was raising me to launch me out. Out of faith he moved our family to Texas when I was 16, out of faith he sent me off in a plane to UCLA, and out of faith he gave me away on my wedding day. He has never held me back, but has faithfully pushed me forward, always seeming 100% sure & confident in me. His faith in me & my ability to grow into myself amazes me today. Dad, I hope to emulate the same faith that God will take care of my kids and lead them, as you emulated to me. Thank you for building me up with your trust even today.
Lastly, My dad has always been a little silly. He would do skits in the school talent show, would swim in the parents relay at swim meets, he would pinch my mom's bum in the kitchen, and would always make funny faces in family pictures or put bunny ears behind our heads. He also had my brother believing he was Kenny Stabler for the longest time. He has the affinity to mispronounce names and is the proud badminton champion of Lompoc High School (unless, that's one of those Kenny Stabler lines I've been gullible to believe for 32 years now).
Lastly, thanks dad for always being on my team for family Nerf tournaments. I know I didn't help your chances of winning against mom & Matt...we should have challenged them to a badminton tournament.
I love you dad.
I thought I would dig up an old picture of us back in the glory days. The couch we're sitting on, is the same couch I remember picking my middle name out on...my mom says I didn't pick out my middle name. I believe her, but I also remember being on that lovely brown number above, doing what I thought was picking out my middle name. They had probably already given it to me and were just trying to make me feel a part of the process (how else would I pick the same name, Elizabeth, that was indeed already my middle name).
Anyway, I have lots to thank you and love you for dad. Thank you for the endless hours you spent driving me to swim practice, cheering me on at meets, encouraging me & giving me perspective in my losses and celebrating with me in my successes. Thank you for teaching me geometry and how to drive despite my stubbornness. Mom & Matt still give you props for those miraculous feats.
My dad is a man of faith. When I look back I can see how all throughout my life my dad was raising me to launch me out. Out of faith he moved our family to Texas when I was 16, out of faith he sent me off in a plane to UCLA, and out of faith he gave me away on my wedding day. He has never held me back, but has faithfully pushed me forward, always seeming 100% sure & confident in me. His faith in me & my ability to grow into myself amazes me today. Dad, I hope to emulate the same faith that God will take care of my kids and lead them, as you emulated to me. Thank you for building me up with your trust even today.
Lastly, My dad has always been a little silly. He would do skits in the school talent show, would swim in the parents relay at swim meets, he would pinch my mom's bum in the kitchen, and would always make funny faces in family pictures or put bunny ears behind our heads. He also had my brother believing he was Kenny Stabler for the longest time. He has the affinity to mispronounce names and is the proud badminton champion of Lompoc High School (unless, that's one of those Kenny Stabler lines I've been gullible to believe for 32 years now).
Lastly, thanks dad for always being on my team for family Nerf tournaments. I know I didn't help your chances of winning against mom & Matt...we should have challenged them to a badminton tournament.
I love you dad.
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