OK, so it’s one day late, but let me tell you some of the wonderful things about my dad and my husband.

I love my dad because he took very seriously the responsibility of teaching me the gospel. I feel lucky to say that I did not learn the gospel from seminary or church leaders. I learned it from my parents. I remember my dad teaching us during FHE and relating experiences he had had while growing up. I still remember some of the stories he told because they have helped me to live the gospel more fully. I saw my parents reading the scriptures constantly. It seems like my dad fell asleep reading his scriptures (or a BYU sports magazine) nearly every night. My parents’ example taught me that a person really can LOVE to read the scriptures.

I love my dad because he taught me the importance of having integrity.

I love my dad because he played with me and with my siblings when we were kids. He had races with us up and down the sidewalk, he rolled us up in blankets like burritos, he played sports with my brothers, he tickled us, he tried to eat us. He really enjoyed us.

I love my dad because I can’t remember a time when he was in a bad mood. That’s not to say that I (and my siblings) didn’t ever fight with him or become furious with him or disagree with him, but in general, he was in a good mood.

I love my dad because he has never been the slightest bit materialistic and he taught me to be grateful.

I love my dad because I have always felt is love for me.