Daddy

I've been looking for an excuse to blog about my dad, and I have one. This past weekend he flew out alone to see all of us and come to Oliver's blessing. He's a busy guy, a bishop, real estate agent...and he sacrificed 6 days altogether for us, wow am I lucky! To say that I adore my dad is an understatement. I think he is the greatest. He is funny, friendly, happy, helpful, smart...I could go on and on. I'm getting sad because spending evenings with him watching murder shows and talking was so much fun, since E is intensely studying right now. Ask anyone, my dad has the best stories. I always tease him that it sounds like he grew up in the 1800's. He grew up in England, he had a headmaster at his school and he remembers having no phone at home. Stories he has from growing up are so sweet and charming, I could listen to them over and over. I guess I can't put it all into words, but I absolutely LOVE my daddy. Since we lived with my parents for Sawyer's entire first year of life, when we moved it was incredibly sad especially for them missing Sawyer. My dad was nervous when he came that Sawyer wouldn't remember him at all. We talk about Grandpa a lot, sing his songs and point to his picture. When we opened the door and he was standing there, it was like not a day had gone by! Sawyer started laughing and hiding behind me, poking his head around, it was so sweet. Within minutes they were play fighting. It didn't hurt that my dad gave him his own bag of Hershey kisses :) These two had lots of growling matches and watched a lot of Toy Story. Right after my dad got there we were eating dinner, and my dad leaned against the counter and folded his arms. Sawyer stopped eating and immediately folded his arms too...he continued to copy everything my dad did. So sweet.

Here are some pictures of the beautiful boy on his special day. E gave a very sweet blessing and Ollie didn't make a peep, that I heard at least. Here is our Oliver King: