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Father's Day

I love the fathers in my life. My dad is such an amazing man and I really look up to him. The Family: A Proclamation to the World says that 
"Successful marriages and families are established and maintained on principles of faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, love, compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities. By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families."

My dad (and mom, but this is Father's day:)) have done such a good job of making sure those principles were in our family growing up. I'll never be able to thank my dad for all that he's done for me. It's like my relationship with my Heavenly Father as well. 

My dad is pretty darn cool. For my graduation, he wrote me a letter which he hasn't done since I was little. Not only that, but he sealed it with a wax seal. That letter really meant a lot to me. 
This is my favorite picture of my dad and I.

Then there's my father in law. It's been a bit of a journey getting along with him. But he loves me, and he wants me to be happy. He always makes sure that we're taken care of as well, and he raised an amazing son.
 
I had a dream a few months ago that my house key broke in the lock for my front door. I was trying to get someone to help me, and Sammy wouldn't answer his phone. So I called Sammy's dad and asked him for help. He wasn't making any sense on the phone, so I said I would call my real dad. That dream was a silly one, and I know that it would never happen. It's nice to know that both of my dad's would do anything in their power to help me.
I'm so thankful for the amazing father's in my life, and can't wait to see Sammy become a father one day. 

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