It is official!!! Today is the first day that I am celebrating Father's Day as a father. It is so weird to think about it. Sometimes I can't beleive all that has happened to me in the past two years. A wife, a dog, a child and now, possibly a home to call our own. It is all going by so fast. I have heard it before from those who have already experienced it before, but now I know what they are talking about. It is a great feeling to work towards something and accomplish it. Though I have many more goals to work for and I am still working on a bunch at the moment, life never seems to get old and boring anymore. If it does, then we are doing something wrong with it.
So like Mother's Day I would like to make a list of those "Fathers" that have influenced my life.
Pres. Gottfredson- He saw the real me and helped me get to that point. He never gave up on me even when I pushed him away. You are a great leader and a great friend.
Bishop Lott, Bishop Tintle, Bishop Egan- Being a bishop is no easy task especially when working with teens. I thank you all for you dedication to hear me out and counsel me the way that I needed to be counseled. Thank you for everything that you have done for me.
Brent Boulter- Of all of my leaders you were one of them. Not only that you were my friend and a great example for me. Thanks for the laughs and the great camping trips I had peeling gummy worms off of the floor of my tent. You have helped make a lot of wonderful memmories for me to share with others when the time calls for it.
Kent Loveridge- Thank you for being you. You have qualities that no one else has. It can't be easy keeping your family afloat while raising eight kids. I know that no one is perfect, but it looks like you are on the right track. You have taught me that even though tough times may never end, never lose hope in the things that matter most: wife, kids and God. Nothing else matter but them and their well being.
Last but definetly not least my father Robert- What can I say that I haven't said already.............I don't know. So I'll just say it all again. I love you. You are so great in many ways and I hope that I can take some of those qualities and put them into practice with my kids. I love how so alike we are. There is a song by Keith Urban called "A little more of my father in me" (have Jessica play it for you) that expresses a lot of my feelings. Thank you for all that you have taught me and continue to teach me. I try to incoporate most of those teachings in sports, work, home and church. Yes we have our differences, we can't be exactly alike, but that is what makes it all the better. Again thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
Now as Josh has said in his blog I wish to evaluate myself. I think that I am doing the best that I can. I try to make Caleb a priority or a blessing rather than an obligation. It is fun to see how much he is growing. I mean this past week he is crawling more and more on his hands and knees, rather than and army crawl. He makes me laugh and smile every day. I love him to peices. As for being a husband, I try my best to do the right things. I know that I am not perfect and I do make mistakes that get her mad at me but I try to make up for that. I am a work in progress. I hope that she sees that. I love my family with all of my heart.
Ok enough of this mushy stuff and lets get to the event of last week. As I have said before Caleb is growing fast and getting around quicker by way of crawling on his hands and knees. He has also went out on his first little hot dog roast in American Fork canyon. It was a lot of fun playing with the silk worms, ants, and stink bugs. The fire was not smokeless, actually it was mostly flameless. Luckily there was enough flames to burn out dogs and mallows.
Friday we took a stroll down memory lane, aka. Erda Way. We wanted to do something different that night so we decided to head out there to see what it was like. Carolyn has never been out there so I showed her around to the best of my memories. I am amazed at how much more fancy it looked. I mean Tooele looked fancy Erda looked the same. I did not know that the Miller Motor Sports Park was so close to Erda. Although the ride was long, the talks we had were good and the memories were fond.
On a small side note I started to donate plasma. I was a little nervous at first and I think that is what made my arm hurt after it was all done, but it wasn't that bad at all. I will go now twice a week and hopefully be more relaxed.
Have a great week and talk to you soon.