Mornings with my dad

Before it goes too much longer, I thought I'd share some of my favorite memories of my dad and me, and the special mornings we had on a regular basis. If you know him (or think you know him), I'm pretty sure these little facts will surprise ya. I'm telling you, he's not as gruff as he seems.



When I was little, my dad was always the first one up, and I was usually the second. On Saturday mornings, I would go into the living room where my mom's karaoke machine was (soo high-tech for the 90s), pop in her accompaniment tapes, grab that microphone, and sing my little heart out. It never failed that after a little while, my dad would saunter in. He's not really a singer, but he would always sing "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" with me. I looooved having a partner to sing the boy parts while I sang the girl parts.

He's not really one for pictures, so I have very few. This is slightly blurry because I was way away, zooming in, hoping to catch him looking off. He turned right as I was snapping. I suppose this one is better anyway. :)

Growing up my dad was always the Executive Secretary for our ward. So on Sunday mornings, you could usually find him at the kitchen table with the electric typewriter, one-finger-pecking out documents. I have always been a fantastic speller and let's just say that my dad is... not. (He's pretty horrible actually, but it's endearing.) Even as a 7 or 8 year old, I sit with him while he pecked things out. He'd ask me how to spell words, and I'd happily respond. It only occurred to me now that maybe he really knew how to spell all those words and was just helping me feel special. Either way, I love that.


Nearly every morning he'd sing a little song to me while he went about his business. Although it's sooo much better if you can hear the tune, the words go like this:

Heado (that's Heather, if you couldn't tell) was a good ol' girl, ol' girl
Heado was a good ol' girl
Heado used to carry my books to school
Heado was a good ol' girl.

A couple months ago I mentioned this to Josh, and he now sings this song to me.


More little things about my dad keep coming to me, but I'll leave it at that for now.

Although I didn't always recognize it when I was young, I had a pretty fantastic dad. Now that I've gotten older and remember all these cute little things he did just for me, I'm awed because I now understand that those aren't things that every dad does. Just loving, cute, thoughtful ones.


Love you, Dad. Hope Father's Day was great.