All about my dad - 1 month late

I had a rude awakening when I sat down to write a father's day post about my dad.

It went something like this. . .

"My dad was born on Decemeber 30, ... wait, I don't know what year? I'll come back to that later. My dad was born in.... wait was it Thatcher? Mesa? Ajo? At least I know he was born in Arizona. I'll ask my mom and come back to that later."

 (two days later: so my dad was born in 1948 in Ajo.)

And then at that point I became pretty discouraged I didn't know my dad too well. And even though historical facts and dates are important, I like to think my memories are even better.

So on Fathers day and since then, i've been flipping through my rolodex of memories.

Now working full-time. I've learned a few things, especially about my dads character. I think it would have been really easy for my dad to say, "I work so hard to earn this money, let me buy myself a boat, a new car, more tools," or whatever else men want to buy. But my dad never did that. Instead he kept a roof over our heads, paid for expensive piano and violin lessons for multiple children every week, allowed us to play sports from YMCA to high school, paid for new clothes and shoes every school year. Although he did do a routine check to see if any shoe repairs were reparable with duck tape before buying anyone new ones. He edited our school papers instead of reading his own books. He let us take swimming lessons, gave us medical and dental insurance.  And most of all I never went a day hungry or feeling unloved. My dad could have easily said, "no more kids, they are too expensive." But instead, chose to have a family of 9, which I'm sure required to buy a bigger car, more gas, more diapers, more mouths to feed, a bigger house and so forth. If you ask me, thats pretty selfless.

-- If I were to sum up my dads life (without making this sound like an obituary), he lived to serve everyone.

There is alot we could say about my dad, but i'll just say i'm grateful he's my dad!

-- General Conference for my dad is like the Super Bowl. And it was important to take each of us kids when we turned 12 to go to conference. I was actually only 10, but I remember when President Hinckley walked in, it was the most influential moment for me because I knew Prophets are called of God. It's amazing what we can feel and remember at such a young age, I'm glad my dad didn't deprive me of those moments.

-- My dad will never miss the opportunity to go to the temple. Hence we went a few hours before Graduation.

My dad values family time! Here with his mom about 3 months before she passed away. 

My dad set me apart as a missionary and released me! #stakepresidentduties
Definitely one of the highlights of my mission experience

 My mom and dad valued family time together. My memories most were camping near the beach, and staying in Utah with cousins.

Now, at my age, I hate driving from Utah to Oregon and back again. But as a kid our parents helped us love it -- it meant we got to check out a million books from the library, and eat more cereal than we would at home, AND we'd get an ice-cream cone. Of course, my dad took about 5 licks from each cone before passing it back to us, as he claimed it was our "tax".

My dad was good about driving the majority of the way to Utah and back. He would be the master packer of the luggage in the back, and then would lay sleeping bags and pillows on top of the luggage so we could take turns to lay down in the back (i know, so illegal, but we LOVED it). Another favorite family trip was going to Nauvoo.

My dad has a brother that could be his twin. They live 2 hours away, are close in age, and have children that line up perfectly in age. When we were younger, and their backs were to us, we couldn't tell who was who. Often they get together to go to the temple, one day, they showed up wearing the same tie -- totally unplanned.

I think its fair to say the man my dad is today, is because of my mother!

My dads favorite calling in life, hands down is being a grandpa. 

just a few more memories for my sake about my dad:

-- My dad loves BYU sports and is a very socialable person. Which he has to be. Its the only reason why we don't have cable to this day. My dad makes friends with everyone in the stake so that he can go to their house and watch BYU football. My dad became best friends with my moms OBGYN while she was delivering Julia and I. When they found out they were both LDS -- instant friends, when they found out they were both avid BYU fans -- inseparable. So, what i've learned from my dad, talk to everyone about anything and they might just become one of your greatest friends.

-- I remember being a mommy's girl growing up (to the point where my mom had to kiss me last before going to bed). Naturally, I was the youngest, and by then my dad was even busier with church callings. One night, dad told me a bedtime story about a little girl and how she got lost. He was trying to teach me a lesson through all of this -- but I wasn't quite getting it. He said, "Emily if you were that little lost girl, what would you do?" Hoping I would say, "Pray." I said, "thats easy dad, I'd ask someone for a cell phone and call for help." I guess in a roundabout way the lesson on prayer stuck with me ever since.

-- My dad spent most of the time behind the video camera, recording our first steps up the stairs, opening our presents for every birthday, or even if we were in our high-chair with our pacifier mouths. And although he wasn't in front of the camera often -- its mornings like today I was able to spend watching family home videos and remember the craziness, memories, birthdays and christmases because he took the time to record it all.


  1. What a sweet tribute! So fun to learn more about your dad and his talents and service!

  2. The tribute to dad was exactly how I feel too! He is great!

  3. Emily, what a wonderful, sweet tribute of Dad. Thank you so much for recording your feelings and memories. You're amazing!!!

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