Daddy

This picture reminds me of the basketball camp you created for me with Pistol Pete when I was in Jr. High (or middle school?)  I didn't want to go to a real camp, but you saw potential in me and had me watch videos and do drills and practices for a week one summer.  I think at the time it paid off, but unfortunately I didn't stick with it and milk $50 more out of you for being able to jump and touch the basketball rim. 

So not just with basketball, but you've always been my coach.  A constant encourager and person who sees great potential in me, my sisters, my mom, and any other person in relationship with you.

I love this picture, too.  You have a big family of girls! (Which will probably swing to a man-dominated family soon!)  I can't think of a better man to be stuck in the middle of a bunch of women and love and protect and support all of us (and sometimes make fun of our soap-operas and girly food.)

I'm so thankful for you, Daddy.  I really hope this is one of the best years of your life.  I pray God will give you fulfillment and joy and a few more trips up to Minnesota :)

And hey.  I love watching you with Caleb.  And I can't wait for Charlie and I to have kids so they can meet and love their Papa.

Happy birthday, Dad!  Wish we could be there to celebrate you!