A Father To Me

I'm certain that no father has any clue how significant of an impact he has on his children. (Except our Heavenly Father, but he's all-knowing; He's got a bit of an advantage.) 

 I'm sure my own dad doesn't know how much he's influenced me. He once sent me a sweet note in which he wrote, 

"The day you were born was both wonderful and scary for me. Wonderful because I was blessed with a beautiful baby girl, and scary because I didn't know the first thing about little girls. But the first time I held you all I could think of was how lucky your mom and I were."

 He may not have known then, but he sure figured out how to be a father to a girly, bow wearing, ballerina. 

Growing up, I thought my dad knew all and had no weaknesses. 

I never even questioned when he told me that Ketchup was invented by "Mr. Ketch and Mr. Up". Trusting, not gullible... 

I thought his "moonwalk" was perfected. I could always count on getting a wink when we made eye contact in Sacrament meeting. 

I was always amazed when he knew how to help me with every problem on my math homework, and afterwards, could flawlessly polish my fingernails and braid my hair. 

And even though he teased me relentlessly (and still does), I thought my dad was superman. H. David Burton said, "Dads make great heroes". I concur. 

My dad travels a lot for business, and he has a time-involved job. But somehow he always made time to come to every dance recital, every science fair, and every "Daddy Daughter" youth activity. 

In The Family: A Proclamation to the World, we learn that the family is central to the Creator’s plan. Central, in my mind, means most important. 

My dad understands that. 

He always put our family as the most important thing in his life.