My Dad

The first man I wrote a poem about, the man who took me too father's and sons and called me Bob, my hero.....guess who? My Dad!!! I have a truly great dad and sad story, he's in Delaware and I didn't call him in time to talk to him today. So I wanted to write a special post just for him.

Dad, I love you. You have always supported me in my decisions and helped me deal with the consequences. You are an amazing man. You always brought the spirit into our home and never acted in anger, always in love. You mean the world to me. From buying me too many shoes when I was little to helping me set up my first apartment, you have been there for me. You have taught me to work hard by your example and I want to be just like you. I hope I already show traits you have given me but I will always keep trying to be just like my hero, my dad, you. I'm sorry I didn't call, I'll try again soon. Mom will bring you the card I made. Love your first little girl!

Here are a few fun pics for the rest of you to enjoy!!

Funnel Cake

Zach and I tagged along with four of our friends to the Orem Festival. Rainy weekend yes, but that didn't seem to dampen the spirits of the Orem residents. As we were walking through all the little booths a pleasant scent made it to my sensitive nose. You'd think that after many long years I'd forget this smell but oh no...I knew it was funnel cake! I turned to Zach hopeful and after searching everywhere we finally found the funnel cake booth, on the other side of the park. My funnel cake desire has been satisfied for the next ten years, and my impressive nose continues to impress Zach.