A Father's Day Tribute

To my husband

Wayne

and my father

David
My husband is my best friend. He has always had the ability to make me laugh...a lot! He has never once resented being the breadwinner in our family and has always worked extremely hard to assure that we had all our needs and wants met. He is a wonderful father and grandfather and nothing is more important to him than his family. He can do almost anything that he tries to do and if he doesn't know how, he figures it out. He works too hard sometimes, and I try to get him to slow down but it's not in his nature. He keeps our yard looking amazing and seldom do you see a weed anywhere. He is a marvelous cook and has whipped up many innovative recipes. I cooked for the first 15 years of our life together, then he took over and now his yummy Sunday meals are shared with our daughters and families each week. He is a good golfer, loves fishing in the Big Horn mountains, and loves college basketball which is why he got me a computer..... so I would have something to do while goes down into Wayne's World and watches it every night until March madness is over and he emerges. He has the respect of all his family members including me and his little dog is crazy about him. We have been married almost 39 years and I can't imagine life without him. You are my world Wayne! Happy Father's Day!

I often think about how hard Dad worked for his family when I was a young girl. He was a brick layer/mason...not just that but a brick artist. His eye for detail was great as was his perfectionism in his work. I remember that when I was a young girl he would have to go out of town on jobs and when he returned, he would bring us kids little gifts. It let us know that he had been thinking of us. I know there were days when it was so hot, it must have been like working in a furnace or so cold that he could hardly move his hands. There were many times when he couldn't work at all because of the harshness of the weather. It must have been stressful at times, not knowing when the next pay check would come. He finally had to stop because he developed bursitis and it became too painful.

Dad later got the job as the postmaster in Cowley, WY. This was a real change. He now had security, benefits and an opportunity to see and talk to everyone in the town. It was a real blessing to Mom and Dad but eventually it got tough at times trying to adhere to the government's red tape and bureaucratic headaches and he was relieved when he finally had his time in and could retire. Now he could relax right??? No, did you ever see his gardens? Was he trying to feed the US army? Mom had to finally put the kibosh to it or it would have covered their whole lot. They did share their bounty with all the neighbors and family members though.

Dad was called to be the patriarch in their stake and a sealer in the Billings, Mt temple. He is a very spiritual person, a loving man who cares deeply for his family and he has never been afraid of hard work. He is also a talented artist, poet, story teller, speaker and handyman. He used to tell us stories when I was a child that entralled me completely. I wanted him to tell us stories every night. The Taily Pole was my favorite and I don't even know how you spell that??? Thanks for everything Dad, I love you......Happy Father's Day!