Dad

When my sister Brooke had her twin boys last February, my mom decided that my dad should come out to help for a week. My dad was a bit nervous, ("I'm really good with two-year-olds. Newborns? Not so much.") but he came anyway. And he was a fabulous amount of help.

When my twins were born, I was thrilled that my dad wanted to come and help for a week. And he was awesome. Like me, my dad likes schedules and order. Perfect for helping take care of two little babies. And he played baseball in the backyard with H and T. The best part, though, was that he happened to visit during the height of the Presidential election, which made for some excellent conversations in our house every night.

I love my dad. He's the coolest old school conservative I've ever met. I love that even though he's a "guy's guy," he still gets emotional whenever he hears certain Primary songs or even just when he gets a particularly excellent Ronald Reagan gift for his birthday. And when he cries, I cry.

Happy Father's Day, Dad. Love you.Mom, Dad, and the five girls—2007