Daddy Day

Mike came home later Saturday from Scout Camp. He was so sweet to take a super quick shower and then drive with me to the last two Parade of Homes down South. Man it was far! Woodland Hills and Mapleton. We barely made it in time, but got them both in!
Then we went to dinner at Gloria's in Provo. The accordion player was playing Italian songs, it was dusk, the restaurant was buzzing... I took a bite of Gnocchi and closed my eyes. I had my hands of my eyes and said to Mike "I feel like I'm in Italy! Try this!"
It will be three years this summer since our trip to Italy and the more time passes, the more I think I want to go back someday. But I think I might just go to Florence. *sigh*
Sunday was Father's Day. I'm happy that this Holiday can now be a bright spot in my year... and not a Sunday I dread and skip church.
Mike is such a great Dad! I love watching him with our girls... he loves them so much! I'm glad he's such a good example to them, and know when the time comes... they will have a bar set pretty high when they are husband-shopping.
I love that he's real... what you see is what you get. He doesn't put on a show for anyone. He honors his priesthood and is a great leader. He's just a really, really good person.
I'm so proud of how hard he works for our family, how much he has done in his career. He never talks about his successes, he is so humble. I feel so blessed and taken care of. He is the hardest-working person I know.
But I love that he works hard, and plays hard. He is so fun to hang out with. He is the best traveling partner... I never worry about getting robbed or mugged. We never get bothered, just asked how tall he is, or what size his feet are. People just nod and point... or I get asked if he is my bodyguard. "Why yes! He sure is!"

Funny story... Mike's size 16 feet don't fit inside the blue booties they want you to wear at the Parade of Homes. Most everyone looked at his feet and told him he could just wear his socks. (Which by-the-way are SO much cleaner than those booties!) There was just a couple houses that made him wear the booties. So he had to take off his shoes still, because there was no way to even get his shoe through the opening of the bootie. He then would stretch this thing over his foot... and kind of curl up his toes. I had to try SO hard not to laugh... because he was so frustrated! They just didn't fit, and there wasn't anyway to make them fit! Poor guy.

I just love him. I don't believe in luck, just blessings and Karma.... so I can't say I feel lucky... I feel SO blessed to have him in my life. We are blessed to call him 'Daddy'!
For Father's Day he got a new tent. We set it up in the living room... don't ask how... and surprised him with it! 14X12 and he can almost stand up in it! We are all excited to put it to good use.