Bob

I've been thinking a lot about my dad lately. Maybe it's because every time I'm with my parents, my mother reminds me how our personalities are alike. Maybe it's because he's leaving for a year and a half and I won't see him. Maybe it's because today is Father's day and I'm not with him.
I remember when he and my mom were on their first senior mission on Father's Day. Dan's dad was also away with his wife as missionaries and Dan and I weren't parents yet. It was an empty day. I remember coming home from church and thinking, "Well, now what?" I don't think I've ever missed my dad as much as I missed him that day.
My dad is a pretty amazing guy. He could write a book with all the adventures he's had in his life. Sometimes he looks a little scary but really he's just a big ol' teddy bear. There's no problem in the world that a hug from my dad can't solve.
Am I too old to still look at my father through rose-colored glasses? Perhaps, but I'm well aware of his shortfalls. Most of them are mine as well. Maybe this bias is due to the fact that I felt cheated, at times, of daddy-time when I was growing up. My dad worked long days (as did my mom), and now I feel like every moment I get to spend with them is precious.
Every girl needs a dad who can both make her feel like a princess and teach her how to shove a bad guy's nose into his brain. That's my dad, and I love him.