Growing up, dad was not a very touchy feely kind of guy. I mean, I knew dad loved me but the words were not said out loud very often. We brought this up a few times. One year dad decided to make it a new years goal to tell mom he loved her every day. I remember there being lipstick on the mirror once. I remember little notes being left and I think he wrote it in the sand once. This year, I decided to take a month and tell Mike I loved him every day. For the most part I would make sure I said it out loud sometime during the day. There were a few nights in a row that we would say our evening prayers together and I would remember that I hadn't said it yet and so I would tell him I loved him after the prayer. The first time I don't think he thought much of it. The third night, he looked at me and said...."ok...?" So I decided I needed to up my game. I left a note on his pillow...
I wrote a note in the snow....
There were many other times I thought of this man this year...
I was going to take a treat to visit some friends. What to take?? How about black licorice? Introduce them all to the finer points of life.
Of course it needed to be hard candy!
When I think about Christmas growing up one of my favorite memories is buying a second beautiful tree each year. We would take it to a family in need. In addition to donating to a family in need. When the #lighttheworld campaign came out, I thought this was a perfect opportunity to think of dad daily in December. The kids and I have had a great time enjoying our acts of service. My favorite day was feed the homeless. We put together 8 homeless kits. They had non perishable food (ie: beef jerky, apple sauce, goldfish crackers, water bottles, hard candy, gum) Socks, Gloves, hand warmers, toothbrush and toothpaste. We put the packets in our car and each time we pass a homeless person we hand them out a kit. We have given out 4 or 5 already.
Another strong memory of my father is how diligent he was in his callings. They never turned a calling down and always magnified it! This year I was asked to help serve on the Christmas Party committee. I had a great time preparing, setting up and even cleaning up. My dad was always the last one to leave and clean up at a party. It was fun to be the last one of the last 3 walking out of the church thinking of my hard working dad!
I love you daddy! Thanks for always being a good example to me! I am proud of you!
Love you,
Mitzi
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