Last but not least.
(I never really liked that phrase because I always felt like that means there is a least. No one is least.)
My dad is a very good dad. I would go as far as to say the best dad. Yep. It's true. The BEST.
And I am his only daughter. So if it's okay I would like to take this time to claim the title of Daddy's Little Girl. Because I am.
Anyways back to him.
He has passion. For government, sports, golfing, the University of Utah. If he loves something, he LOVES it. With all that he has. He exerts so much energy and time to those things that he is passionate about. He knows so much about those things he is passionate about. I love to ask him all sorts of questions about everything he knows. I love his passion.
He is funny. I love that about him. I hate it about him. First we will define why I hate it. Because sometimes I just want to be mad. And when I want to be mad I don't want someone to try to make me happy. And he is the one that tries to make me laugh in the midst of my anger. So really it is not a bad thing... it's a good frustration of mine. Other than that I really do like it when he makes me laugh. He is pretty funny most of the time, and even when he isn't his efforts make me laugh.
He is kind and compassionate. He respects everyone and is not one to judge. He is friendly and does his best to get to know people. He takes time to really learn about someone. I wish I could learn to develop that characteristic.
My dad has been an ultimate teacher to me, not only in school but in all life matters.
I sure love him.
