When I think about my dad, lots comes to mind. He is by far the hardest worker I have ever known. I remember him working in the fields of our farm from sun-up to sundown and never missing a day. I remember him watching "Magnum, P.I." while eating a big bowl of popcorn and laughing his head off while watching "Cheers". I remember how wonderful he smelled after coming in from the field and taking a shower. I loved curling up in his lap in his hideous brown La-Z-Boy recliner and inhaling the classy smell of Brut Cologne and I knew it was a special occasion when he would splash on a little English Leather instead of Brut :) I loved when he would read the book of Ephesians to me and because of that, Paul has always been my favorite person in the Bible.
My dad and I live miles apart now, but I don't feel like he's that far away. Little things that I come across during my day make me think of him. Whenever I hear any song by Journey or Hall & Oates, it makes me smile because it reminds me that I inherited his bad taste in music (sorry Dad, it's the truth!) Whenever I chew cinnamon gum it reminds me of how he always kept a pack in his pocket. Whenever I hear Allison begging Ryan to not embarrass her in front of her friends, I have to laugh because I remember being in her shoes. I can't tell her enough though how much she's going to miss that someday. I'm so thankful for my sweet dad and the relationship we have. I'm so thankful that he's just a phone call away and I love that he still answers my calls by saying, "Hey, Wincey-Pooh!" It melts heart...okay, so does the smell of Brut :)
