When my children were babies he was always the first one to help. He would delay his eating or whatever we were doing to hold a baby so that we could get something done. Not very many grandfathers do that but he did and to me that showed love in action.
When I was young in Guatemala we would often go on walks. I don't really know if it was a walk or if we were really going somewhere but I loved walking and spending time with my dad. I don't even remember the conversations that we had but that time was priceless to me.
We lived in apartments when we first came to the United States and did not have a washer in dryer so we had to go to the laundry area to wash our clothes. It seems like I often went with my dad and helped him fold clothes and put together socks. If you think of it logically that should not be a good memory for me but it was. I think it was because we worked and talked at the same time.
Another good memory is my dad getting up early for a few years to drive me to seminary. We did not have release time and we combined with LDS students from another high school so it was probably a 15 minute drive. But my wonderful father drove me faithfully every day so that I could have that spiritual uplift each morning.
I love my dad so much and I hope that I have some of his good qualities. We celebrated his birthday at their house. I made an orange/pinneapple cake. My dad does not like very sweet cakes and this was a good one.
We forgot to bring candles and so we used a regular candle but he refused to let us take a good picture so this is what I got. Another good trait of my dad is that he is always making us laugh.
Not much else out of the ordinary went on this week:
We did a FAFSA night at school,
I went Visiting Teaching,
KC read a story for the scouts at the Court of Honor,
CR went to a Teacher/Priest campout,
And CR had Federation for piano.
Just an ordinary busy week.
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