There are days when I really miss my dad. It is the most I have ever missed anyone before- To hear him talk and to hear him laugh for just a minute would be the best sound. Its been almost 6 years now since he left and I try so hard to keep the memories really close but I get scared that I will forget. That I will forget what he smelt like or the sound of his voice- The gospel is an amazing thing, I am so thankful that I will see him again!
I love these old pictures of my dad with his white chicken legs and big ole boots on! hahaha
This picture is such a perfect picture when I imagine what it will be like when we see eachother again! But in all white- he will probably have a missionary tag on then too! :)