...to my Dad. You are Bit-o-Honey and Pendleton shirts, Altoids and farm-figurin', John Denver songs and daily scripture study. The first word I uttered was in imitation of you, and to this day I'm proud to be your favorite daughter.
And to the father of my children: you've waded neck deep into parenthood with me, never shirking your fatherly duties (including wearing embarrassing homemade ties in public!) Someday, our kids will get misty-eyed at the sight of David's Sunflower seeds or the sound of a train whistle. Thank you for being such a devoted father. I love you for that.