For my Dad...

So with my dad going on business trips to DC often he has lots of time alone, which means more phone calls to me at odd hours of the day. Lucky for me (and for him) we get to talk about lots of things and have set a record high for the duration of a phone call...we aren't big phone talkers. In most of the conversations he tells me about this song he hears that reminds him of me, and I thought it was my time to tell him a song that reminds me of him. The past week has not been incredibly hard, I am living the greatest summer of my life (see previous blog post). But I have just had a lot on my mind and haven't been able to sleep well. Usually when I can't sleep I put on some music and I'm out like a light. This week the artist of chioce to lull me to sleep has been Josh Groban. Its not strictly classical music, but soft enough to help me sleep. I was thinking about family things, my parents, my job, etc. I was just about to fall asleep when this song came on, and I wasn't feeling particularly emotional but I started to tear up. I started thinking about all the things my dad has done for me, his love and sacrifice for me and my siblings. My dad is an incredible person, intelligent, honest,and such a great example to me. He has been the perfect example of faith and trust, I have been able to look to him countless times for advice during troubled times. I am so grateful he has taught me correct principles, but allowed me to make my own decisions. He is sure to express that he may have been disappointed in decisions I made, but never disappointed in me. He loves me and is proud of me and I hope he knows the accomplishments I have made would not have been made without him. He has helped me to improve, to become the person I am meant to be and not to settle for less than I desvere. I know that when I need him he will be there to help me through. He is my support, my strength, my father, and my friend. He tells me all the time the guy who gets me will have quite the interview to survive, and will be incredibly lucky. I am sure I haven't told him this, but just as adiment as he makes that remark I emphatic reply is 'If I find a man half as amazing as him I will consider myself a lucky girl.'


I love you Dad, and I hope you know how much I truly appreciate you for all you do for us.

Happy Father's Day!

PS. Here is the song...not the greatest quality but one of my favorite live versions.

Spiritus Weekend

So I am going to try to be better about posting this summer, and with all the time I have on my hands there really shouldn’t be a reason why I don't update it regularly. My week has been blissful. I wake up every day around 9, maybe pushing 10, leisurely eat breakfast, catch a little EPSN, and recaps of the previous nights' Padres game(even if I watched the whole game, is that bad), then its off to the pool. We go to one of the apartment complexes in the area with a pool, the same one I broke my finger at last year. Then the roomies and I catch a movie and dinner. Until Thursday this plan had been working out perfectly. Then the blasted weather decided to throw a wrench in it. It has been raining for the past 3 days. Friday wasn’t as bad, I had the World Cup to fill my time. I wish the games on Friday had been a little more exciting, at least one that didn’t end in a draw, but apparently that was too much to ask. Monday Brooke had a tonsillectomy and her aunt came to take her down to Cedar for a few days. Becca and I drove down yesterday to bring her back to Provo. As we drove down we passed the sign at the edge of Cedar that welcomes you to Festival City USA. Becca and I had some great commentary on how lively the city looked, all lit up and 'spiritus'. I realize that is not a word, but only makes the sarcasm of our conversation that much better. We stayed in Cedar overnight and watched the England vs. USA soccer match with her cousins. It was yet another draw, but I am happy we didn't start the group round down 3 points. I came home to a Back to the Future marathon and a Padres game that ended with a 3 run homer in the 8th to make the score 7-1. Even a boring Sunday can't ruin this weekend.