My Dad Rocks

I just got off the phone with my dad and hearing his voice is like a balm to my soul. He does that without even knowing it probably. He just is. I like that I can count on him for just being my dad. He doesn't have to be perfect or make lots of money or have lots of toys. Just being there is good enough for me.

He doesn't need to send me anything, either, but it's nice that he'll send me some of his smoked salmon the next time he smokes some. He's also famous for sending the kids a box of chocolates. Sarah has a collection of Whitman's boxes in her room. It's just nice that we can attribute some great thing that he does to him and him only, but just knowing he loves us is enough.

It has a way of reminding me that we all have a Father in Heaven who loves us. I never question my dad's love for me and I think that's how Heavenly Father wants us to feel... he planned it that way. It's how he wants us to feel about our relationship with him. My dad said that the Lord is taking care of me, and even though I know that I sometimes forget. It's nice to be reminded by a person who knows by experience, a father's love.

My dad rocks because he said that I should eat candy. He said if I eat lots of sugar then my body will stop making it and I'll be fine. He thinks the medical profession is backwards and conspires to keep us all sick. When he goes off about it I have to laugh. He's my dad and I can count on him to be who he is.

Now excuse me while I go eat a bowl of Trix.... I've been dying for it since I got up and now that I have permission—my dad said so!—I'm all over it.