Douglas.

I love you Dad. I love that you call me "Punk".I love that on my wedding day you told me how beautiful i was. I love that every time i talk to you about a problem i always feel better after.I HATE that you live far away,but i love when you come home from far away.I loved that when we ere little you were always playing with us.I love that you were ALWAYS the one to kneel next to me in bed and pray with me at night. I love that you fly here over and over to see me.I love that you still love my Mom so so much.i love that you have always encouraged us to be happy in life, and that success is not a word with narrow meaning. i love your self-control, your incredible example of hard work and patience, and the fact that I've always known that you love me, even when i was at my worst.i love thinking of those talks you used to have with me when i was sassy teenager . . . oh, i hated them then, but thinking of your concern now makes me smile.I love knowing you are there for me 110%" I love that you would let me stay "up late" with you to watch "grown up t.v." with you when i had a tummy ache.thank you for always encouraging, cheering,and forcing me to try and not give up.love that you are constantly wanting to make everything around you better.I love really really love thinking about when you came to my graduation a few days before major back surgery in so much pain, just so you wouldn't "miss such a special day", and then and there me teary-eyed realizing you would do absolutely anything for me!.I love that you love nachos,cheese and crackers, and cook a mean breakfast with scramblettes. I love that you hate angel hair pasta,cooked carrots,and LOVE peanuts and orange Gatorade.I love that you were and still are a ski bum.I love the balloon you gave us for valentines a 100 years ago that had a orange haired troll inside!.I loved when you used to pay me to iron your shirts (which i did horribly).I love that you love jazz music. I love that i can't buy "Green chap stick, or green mints" without the smell reminding me of you.I love that you taught me how to ski at 3. I love that you used to drive to church with you knees and make all us kids scream in fear.I love many memories of Playing soccer,performing in choir,and hearing you clap so loud in the crowd, it made me blush. I love that you used to braid my hair at night, and sometimes so tight i would get headaches. I love that i have never seen you without a mustache. I love that i would always ask you to "squeeze my hand as hard as you can" and you would always say "if i did i would break it" and i remember thinking how strong MY dad is.I love that i found a man as close as i could have gotten to be like you.I loved that you tried for hours to make me better at math.I love that you love Kayson almost as much as i do.Love your smile. I love that you have always trusted me.
I love that you taught me how to drive stick as i cried on the freeway.I love that you are so thoughtful and meaningful in everything you say and do. But most of all i love that you your my dad.

Happy Father's Day A day late Dad.
I love your guts.