My favorite memories with Dad are from the summer we spent traveling in South America (1997). I learned a lot about Dad, myself, and the traits I inherited from Dad. I realized I got his passion for travel, love of languages, interest in people, and propensity to run late.
It was the next summer, however, when it became painfully clear that I had also inherited my dad’s corny sense of humor. While on a trip to Nauvoo with my cousins, we met one of Dad’s old friends from Albuquerque. He was the missionary giving us a tour of a Nauvoo home. He explained that if a tax collector could step into a closet, shut the door and turn around it counted as a room and would have to be taxed. I commented that one wouldn’t want a skinny tax collector. He stopped the tour and exclaimed, “You are your father’s daughter, aren’t you!” Dad’s reputation for corny jokes and play-on-words has spread far and wide. (I bet he has one on the tip of his tongue right now!)
On a serious note, I am grateful to my dad for shaping me by sharing the world with me. And by so doing, opening my heart and my mind to so many truths.
So, Dad, does this make up for me not sending you anything this year? :-) I love you! Hope your day is great!
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That is so sweet! Happy Birthday to your dad!! I am so envious of your South American travels. I would love to explore the ancient Myan temples and such. What fun!!
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