My dad was always there when I needed him. After my first mission trip to Mexico I got very sick and couldn't stop vomiting. Dad drove to my dorm at the U of A, picked me up, took me to a hotel and spoon-fed me Gatorade until I was better. When Matt called my dad and explained that he needed to take me to the ER for appendicitis, my dad said, "I'll be there as soon as I can, I'm cooking dinner for Cindy before she gets off work" and he stayed with Lilly until I was released the next day. I've never had trouble grasping how much my Heavenly Father loves me because my dad loved me so much.
We always had a good stock of Oreos, chocolate bars, and ice cream at our house because my dad loved to bring over our favorite treats. He came up at least once a week to see me and play with Lilly or watch her while I ran an errand. Lilly still talks about him and enjoys looking at pictures of him.
Matt put together some picture collages with his new app to make blogging a little easier. We have a wonderful, happy life with lots of love and enjoy time with our sweet girl. We're very excited about welcoming little Isaac Matthew to the family near the end of October.
