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Happy Father's Day

I have the best dad ever. Everyone always says that, but it's actually true here. To preserve his secret identity, I shall not post pictures of him in this post. I love him so much though and am such lucky girl. He knows about practically everything and is one of those dad's who needs a piece of graph paper and pens to explain the simplest of things. He has one of the strongest testimonies I've ever seen and has definitely helped mine. He knows all about computers, cars, and rock and roll. You can always find him strumming on his guitar.

I saw a bumper sticker today that said yes this is my truck, no I will not help you move. It instantly reminded me of my dad. He's always there to help with the many, many, many moves that happen. Always there with his truck. One time I told him he should sell the truck so that we wouldn't have to go on so many moves. He said that since we had been blessed so much it was our responsibility to help others. That really stuck with me.

I'm so grateful to have such a loving, knowledgeable, caring dad that holds the priesthood. I never realized how much the priesthood meant to me until this last year. If it was gone, life would be completely different. I'm so grateful for father's day. Dad's need all the recognition they can get out there. Especially in this new day. Have you seen all those commercials out there, where the woman is like men can't do anything. We NEED men. We're different for a reason. We balance each other out. Dad's do so much work, just like mom's, and get bad raps. I'm thankful for such a wonderful dad and a day to celebrate them.
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