In celebration of dad's 52nd birthday (yesterday), I thought I'd get a post up to remember a few of my favorite things about dad.

(Everyone but me at Lucille's)
Dad likes to eat out. Whether it's Taco Bell, Don Jose's, Lucille's, or Famous Dave's, dad loves good food and likes other people to serve it to him. I hate, however, that the family grew to love
my
favorite restaurant (Lucille's) while I was on my mission. It seems like every Monday I would get an e-mail telling me that they had all gone to Lucille's together. They owe me big time!

(Mom and dad at my cousin Jeremy's wedding last year)
Dad is a big supporter of his kids. Growing up, he always made it to everything, whether it was a baseball game or a choir concert. He not only wanted to be a part of his kids' lives, but he was a part them. Family was always important to him, and he showed it by travelling, sometimes on a monthly basis, to Utah to be a part of his nieces' and nephews' weddings, mission farewells, baby blessings, etc. Dad is a family guy.

(El Centro in Tegucigalpa, where dad risked his life to help a woman out)
Dad is giving and gives without questioning. One day while he, mom, and I were in Honduras, he took out his wallet in a bustling (with vendors and crooks) market and gave money to a poor beggar-woman. He risked theft, fraud, and his life to help that woman. I try to be giving like he is.
There is so much more I could write to honor dad on his birthday, but my homework is beckoning.
Thanks dad for your example and for all you do for me (and the rest of the family).
Happy Birthday Yesterday!