I’m so glad when Daddy comes home

When I was a little girl, my dad loved it when I sang him this song:

“I’m so glad when Daddy comes home, glad as I can be,

Clap my hands and jump for joy, and climb upon his knee,

Put my arms around his neck, hug him tight like this,

Pat his cheeks and give him what? A great big kiss!”

Because today was Father’s day, I thought I should write a post on my dad and how special he is to me.

My dad is incredible.  He is unique, and most of all, he is passionate.  I think that is what I most admire about him.  He always finds new hobbies and interests, learns all he can about them, and shares his passion with others.  Whether it is politics, biking, politics, gardening, politics, or the gospel, you can tell he believes in what he preaches.

My dad also has the greatest sense of humor.  A lot of people, when they first meet him, don’t always understand that he joking because his humor is so dry.  But once you get to know him, he always has a joke up and a witty remark up his sleeve.

Anyway, that’s just one of the many funny stories that I share with my Dad.  I love his ability to create peace in our home, his talent and adoration for music, his canniness for technology, and also his gift of guiding and advising his children, friends, and the ward.

I wish I could have been at home to sing that song to you, Dad!  Happy Father’s Day.  Love you!

P.S. Dad- you may think that Claire and the other new grandbaby on the way are your little girls, but I will always be your little girl!  No grandchild, no matter how cute they are, can replace me!!!