The Fathers in My Life

Back in April, 2008, while Brian and I were still dating, we were watching General Conference together in his apartment. President Monson said something in his closing remarks that I hope to never forget. After admonishing the brethren to treat their wives with respect and dignity, he said, "Sisters, honor your husbands. They need to hear a good word. They need a friendly smile. They need a warm expression of true love." (From the address, "Abundantly Blessed.")  Since I loved Brian, I tried from then on out to give him "a good word" every now and then. This post is a much needed "Good Word" to the five most influential fathers in my life. 

First, to my dad, who never misses an opportunity to brag on me to any stranger or acquaintance who will listen, who wore out his copy of The Best Two Years while Cal and I were serving our missions (as well as the rug in the airport while he waited for my plane to land after my mission), and who walked the 50 yard line of the football field during every one of my 1600 meter races that he was able to attend. I admire you so much. You have conquered and bettered yourself against incredible odds. Thank you for being one of my biggest fans.

Second, to my Grandpa Linville, whose quiet example has taught me the value of hard work and dedication. He is one of the best men I know. He doesn't say much, but when he does, you bet I listen. I'm so grateful that I got to grow up with him being just around the corner from us. 

Third, to my wonderful husband. I could write a novel about the things I admire about him. He is my best friend, and I have loved having a front-row seat to watch him growing past his fear of holding babies to being the most protective, loving father in the world. I loved Brian before, but his fatherhood has taken that love to a whole new level. I love all the inside jokes that we have together as a result of raising Michael. I'm so grateful that he is the father of my child and the children who will hopefully come sometime. 

Fourth, to my father-in-law, who threatened Brian to "not mess this one up" after he met me, who remains the only person I will willingly share a birthday party with, who has loved me like his own daughter, and who has the sweetest smiles and embraces of pretty much everyone I know. I've said it a thousand times, but I really feel like I won the lottery when I married Brian. I'm so grateful for how he raised such a wonderful son. 


Last, but not least, I'm grateful for a Heavenly Father who loves me enough to let me struggle sometimes and always sends help, who gives me joys beyond my own expectations, and to whom I owe absolutely everything. 


Happy Fathers' Day.