Dear Dad

"I'll sell you to the gypsies"
"I licked it, so it's mine"
"Go to sleep or be put to sleep"
"Cake or death?"
"Your indian name is CatTurd"
"Your mom and I can make more of you"
"I'll share my memories with you, you don't need any of your own"
"Pre-spankings - it was like an investment in our future"

Just a few of the funny memories (yes, my own!) I have of growing up with my dad. A talented man, my parents decided when I was 8ish that my mom would go back to medical school and my dad would stay home. I'm not sure if they thought it would be temporary or not, but soon my dad was home alone with 4 kids: 10,7,4 and newborn. My mom worked her tushy off - working 100 or more hours a week in residency, while my dad held down the fort: homeschooling, activities, family trips.

My dad was a police officer when my parents first married. Later, they both went on to become Chiropractors opening their business together. Then my mom headed back to medical school. I can't imagine doing that with one child, let alone 4. I'm just not that dedicated. God was with us though!

I tried to choke my way through a school devotion once about my dad. Talking about my parents is such an emotional subject. I appreciate my dad, more than he could know. He watches my daughter each week while I am at work. He takes her for "field trips" to cabelas, nature walks, lunch with grandma and any other fun trips he can think of. He's never complained about how much work it is, he's never complained about driving her to and from work to save me a drive in the morning and at the end of the day.

I'm just sayin', but my dad is the best.