My pop is my hero.
I love how the house shakes when he sneezes.
I love how he eats a bowl of oatmeal every morning before his shower.
I love his love for pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, caramel popcorn, peanut m&ms, naked juices and cadbury eggs.
I love his testimony and knowledge of the gospel.
I love that he works so hard to support our family.
I love that he made us sweep the streets growing up, when we got in trouble.
I love that he and my mom taught us how to work hard.
I love his love for my mom.
I love him for all he has done and continues to do for Dallin and I.
I love that one of his most priced possessions is a family of stuffed animals monkeys.
I love seeing him zip down the street in his mini coop.
I love that he always has the new hip music, and always has.
I love how he can still do back and front flips on the tramp at his ripe young age.
I love that he watches the housewives shows with me.
I love our shopping trips.
I love that he works out constantly and can run circles around me.
I love our love for Sunday naps and walks.
I love how he honors his priesthood.
I love that he takes such good care of his salsa box, pumpkin, raspberry, tomato, and squash gardens.
I love that he helped me pick up the pieces when I needed him most.
I love that he knows what to say to make me feel better.
I love that I get to be his daughter.
Plain and simple. I love you dad.
Happy Father's Day.