I love the story my Mom wrote in my baby book [cliffnotes version]:
Gordon just took Emily out to look at the stars [age 3-3.5]. Emily said she could touch them. To which Gordon replied, "Well I don't think so - they are pretty far away". Emily sat there for a few seconds then looked at Gordon and very matter of factly said, "I'll just stand on your shoulders then."
I still feel the same way today. I can do anything with the love, care, support of MY Dad.
Just a few of my fondest memories:
- Playing scissors on FHE night
- Going for run/walks at night
- Father's blessings
- Father's interviews [ok-they may have not been my favorite then but .... ]
- Him ordering his grrr, grrr, greeeeeen burro at Los Compadres
- swimming with us in his sweet black framed glasses
- fire pit marshmallow cooking on Turkey Day Eve
- watching crocodile Dundee like every 3rd day
- watching sports with him
- when he brought home the stretching machine from work one day because he "touched his toes" after using it once. Never used it again.
- yelling for me at volleyball games
- twig races in Logan
- telling me, "don't be sa critical"
- him telling me I hadn't broken my arm on the trampoline when I really had. [one BIG point for me!]
- the "where's Emily" game. awesome.
- yard work
- hearing his friends call him "twinkle toes"
- Not going camping. ;)
- always coming home right at 5pm. If it got to be 5:05pm - I'd start praying instantly, as I knew this must mean he was in a car accident.
- My wedding day - walking me down the aisle. I'm lucky. I was married twice. ;)
- having a dad that'd make a fool of himself in front of my friends. I'd ASK him too. Please do the band majorette thing dad - please, please, pleeease!