Smells

My kitchen is starting to smell REALLY GOOD. I asked Brian if he had a special meal he wanted for Father's Day. He chose meatloaf with cheesy potatoes. And I made my grandma's special Butterfinger Icecream Pie for dessert. It's an old family recipe that has kept my childbearing hips in top form. ;)

Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there. Too bad none of your dad's are as good as mine. He's the best, you know. Hardworking, forgiving, and generous (almost to a fault). A man of testimony, honesty, and humor. He coached my softball teams, got up at o-dark thirty to drive me to seminary and to deliver newspapers to help ends meet when we lived in a place where an Air Force officers salary wouldn't support a family of seven. He is handy and not afraid to jump into projects that needed to be done. Like cleaning out a fridge in a rental home that probably hadn't been cleaned in YEARS (sadly, I am not kidding here).

He is strong. Strong enough to pack up camp and help us all in the van at 2:00 am in Rock Springs, WY when a huge duststorm blew through the KOA. He is smart. Smart enough to be in the concrete restroom when the tornado blew over the KOA in Lyman, CO. (We renamed KOA the Kurses of America Kampground after that trip). He is patient. He is a fun Grandpa whose grandkids adore him. He still gives horseyrides even when he should probably quit -- because the kids are having so much fun. He is a great cook and makes a mean bar-b-que.

He is a servant of God. My memories of him growing up are tied in with his many callings as branch president, bishop, and now in the Stake Presidency. He isn't afraid to tell it like it is. But he tells it with love. He is always studying and striving to learn more about the gospel. He always found ways to teach the gospel to us, even if it sometimes fell on deaf ears. He is a great example to me of how a disciple and representative of Jesus Christ should be. Happy Father's Day, Dad!! I love you!