On fathers and drawing

This may look like a card I drew when I was three years old...but this was acutally  todays work of art! My drawing skills have not improved too much throughout the years. 

My dad is the greatest.
Seriously. Who else would plan wonderful adventures for me where I get frostbite and hypothermia? No really. I enjoyed it! I know my life will never be boring with him around. Now that I am away from home I can see my parents reflected in me. I love the things my dad loves. I love the ocean. I love mountains. I love hiking and near death situations. I love chips and salsa late at night and eating ten cookies at a time. I love books- especially old ones that fall apart in my hands. I love slapping my knees when I laugh really hard. I love singing in an operettic voice at random moments throughout the day. I love walking underneath stars at night. I love dissecting music and analyzing Tolstoys characters. I love laughing (maybe not as loud as my dad loves to laugh...). I love big steaks. I love doing things on a whim and "building my wings after I jump". I love my dad. Not just because he taught me to love and appreciate all of the above. But because he believes in me.

Look at those baby faces!!

It seemed like everyday he was telling me that I could do anything- ANYTHING- as long as I believed and worked hard enough. And that has made a huge difference...for me. It didnt matter what new hobby or career path I set my mind on.... in his eyes I was going to be the best at it.
I was going to be the best dancer
The best musician
The best mountain climber
The best chef
The best nurse
The best missionary
The best therapist
The best wedding planner
The best masseuse
The best writer
The best teacher
The best brain surgeon
The best princess
The best "lollipop engineer"
et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
 That is something I wish everyone could have. Someone who whole heartedly believes in them. WOW! What a blessing that was and still is! My dad is the greatest man I know. AND he has the most entertaining laugh you'll ever hear (no lies!)  Happy Fathers Day daddy!

Surprise snow backpacking experience...my summers in a nutshell.  We always survived each one....some how. 

Ahh I can't wait until we are all reunited again!

On another note...this is my FHE father. Daddy Spencer. Also a wonderuful  father.

Aren't him and my mama totes adorbs?!

Monday nights are going to be boring and depressing without this crew!
p.s...Alissa's face hahahahahahaha