|Carlton, Cathy, Sarah and Jessica|
I thought about writing about my frustrations of yesterday's Republican Organizing Convention, but for my first entry, and with it being Father's Day, it just seemed like a bad way to honor this day. Somehow, Heavenly Father blessed me with two of the choicest girls I could have wanted. Cathy, my wife, will probably insist (as she should) that she had some bearing on it, but I haven't ever figured out how I became so lucky to be their Dad. I've had a lot of titles in my life, but its the three letter title of Dad, that makes me feel the most important. We have this rule, that when you put a partially empty drink bottle in the fridge (for me it's usually Gatorade) you have to write on the lid who it belongs to, so it doesn't go forever without anybody drinking it. Carlton is too long to write on a lid, but Dad works. I can't help but think of how lucky I am when I write that term and what it means. It isn't always easy and sometimes I'm not as good at it as I would always like to be, but nevertheless, wouldn't trade it for anything. On this Father's Day I miss my own Father, who died when I was 10, but will be forever grateful for the impact he has had upon my life, and a hope that maybe I might have the same impact on my own girls.