So, in a few hours it will be Fathers Day...I have no father here in the country, but I have lots of people who have stood in while my dad has been gone. I know that having my dad just at a nine hour time difference and a 28 hour plane ride away is not that bad. Some of you, including close friends of mine, have recently lost your fathers to death and I cannot even imagine the pain that you feel at knowing that on this earth you will not see your father again. A father is an interesting thing, especially for a daughter (or maybe just especially for me). I have always been a daddies girl, and I love it. When I was born my dad tells me that he played the song My Girl by the temptations over and over and over. I can't hear this song without crying...sentimental, I know!
So, this little tribute is for my dad who just had a birthday and now will be celebrating fathers day away from his little mess (that is me).
20 reasons why my dad is the best dad, my best dad ever (in no apparent order):
1. He listens to me when I cry, even if it is on speaker phone.
2. He loves his "relax the back chair"
3. He can find any scripture reference at any time, in a short amount of time.
4. He knows every song ever written between 1954-1980-something(I swear it is true. . . if you don't believe me refer to the earlier post about music in the Ostler Home)
5. He takes his vitamins because my mom makes him.
6. He lets you scratch his back.
7. Three squeezes when you are holding hands means I Love You -- for those of you who think that holding your dads hand is weird rest assured that it was probably more a technique to thwart children who can run wild when they are small....we don't still hold hands.
8. He would hang up on me when I went to Ricks College and called home wanting to come home with this exact phrase : "Have you made any friends? Met three new boys? Call me when you have!" Click....I never thought I would thank him for this, but here I am doing it.
9. He helped me with my homework for lots of years.....The only person who truly has the "right" to call me Master Amber, is my dad since he is the one that helped me through all those treacherous years of schooling.
10. He read to us when we were children. . . the Chronicles of Narnia, The Whipping Boy. . . on and on.
11. He makes you laugh when you think you might cry.
12. He is worthy to give me Fathers Blessings, and does whenever I ask.
13. He would take us on motorcycle rides to cut cat-tails by the lake. We didn't wear helmets and we are all still alive.
14. He loves Andy Grifith :)
15. He would take us to Garage Sales growing up to hunt for "good books" (this translated into church books for him and any piece of junk that we thought we needed).
16. He plays the piano, and loves to listen to me play...thanks for teaching me dad.
17. He would carry us in from the car when we were little, even if he knew we were just pretending to be asleep.
18. He listens (and can shop ebay at the same time supposedly)
19. He loves to go to lunch if you just show up at his office....he doesn't even mind leaving yesterdays leftovers in the BYU Bookstore Bag that my mom packed for him in the morning.
20. He is my dad. :)
Dad, I love you and miss you! Lots more could be added to this list, and I will try to add more but for now just know that you are the best dad I could have ever asked for. Love your AmberLynnie!
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Amber, I received your email and checked out the blog. It is about 2:00 am at home and I have just finished teaching the last New Testament Class for the term. Thank you for such fun memories and insights. Really, do you think the leftovers in the old BYU Bookstore bag Mom sends with me would be any competition to going out for lunch with you???
Love, Dad
I love it! so many memories I love that you know how to write so eliquintly sp?? See i don't even know how to spell;)
I love the new blog look! It is sweet!
Amber,
I just found your blog! Yay! Thanks for your sweet comments on our blog. Yes, let's get together (yeah, yeah, yeah ... :) When works for you?
Chris
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