My Dad

I am officially addicted to blogging.
I think even more than I am to Facebook.

So I have been racking my brain for something to write about.
I mean, I have ideas, I've got big plans for this blog; but every idea seems to have a specific time it needs to blogged, and none of my brilliant ideas fall on this day.
But I have an addiction so I HAVE to blog something.

I decided.
My adorable Dad keeps giving me ideas for what he thinks I should blog about,
some of which will appear at a later time, but his little comments gave me the best idea for today.

I will blog about HIM.

BEN BORUP

This is my dad. Isn't he cute?!

I am a daddy's girl. How could I not be?! I have the best dad in the world.

He drives me crazy with his curfews and guilt trips that work better than any punishment. At the same time, he brightens my day with his stupid jokes, his doggy-scarred smile, and his big hugs. 

He got stuck with two girls and no manly boys. To make it worse, me and my sister didn't get inherit one boyish characteristic. We have zero athletic bones in our bodies, and we don't camp, fish, or metal detect. 

We didn't give my dad much to work with. 

But if he ever wished he had a boy, he's never showed it. 

He works hard to give my mom, sister and me everything we want and need;

even when we are impatient and ungrateful. 

Anyone who knows him will tell you his world revolves around his girls. 

I will never be able to thank him enough for giving me my perfect life. 

I wish I could say I inherited any of his best qualities;

 his patience, artistic ability, work ethic, love for learning and selflessness, but I didn't...

What I did get is a combination of my mom's and his calves, and his sense of humor.

Can't complain about that :)

I hope you know how much you mean to me dad. 

I love you.