So I've blogged about my mom, my siblings, my Ryan, my kids, but not about one pretty important fella in my life, my dad :)
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.
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 :)