happy father's day, daddy

I love the way my Dad listens to music with his right hand keeping the beat.

I love how he constantly has a pocketknife within reach.

I love how he wants to know everything about how work went.

I love that Dad gave me the end of the roast tonight!

I love the way my dad taught me to work.

I love the way we watch Utah football games together.

I love how he makes sure I'm up in the morning when I have an early shift.

I love how special I feel when he just wants to talk.

I love when his eyes tear up to show that he is proud of me.

I love the way he honors his priesthood.

I love to hear him teach.

I love when he knows I understand and he points at me with an "Aha!"

I love the way he looks at my mother.

I love how my Dad sits on the stairs.

I love when we fight over the last piece of strawberry pie.

I love when his smile puts a twinkle in his eyes.

I love when he teases me.

I love when he whispers in my ear in the middle of a big bear hug.

I love how subtle, intricate harmony makes me think of him.

I love how he talks with a spatula.

I love that he is my go-to GPS.

I love the fact that if I ask a question where he doesn't know the answer, he'll look it up for me.

I love Saturdays when he is busy in the kitchen making pancakes.

I love his glasses and red ties.

I love his smile.

I love how he loves me.

Happy Father's Day to the best man I know 

and the one I love the most.