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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!

Today is my Dad's (insert age here) birthday! I'm sure he doesn't want me to post it on the Internet, adults are always sensitive about that. So this blog post is dedicated to my dad and all of the reasons why I love him:

1. He's one of the hardest workers I know. He understands the value of hard work, and that's something that he's not me over the years. He has been successful and achieved so much as a result.

2. We watch all of the same T.V. shows. Well most of them. We have a similar sense of humor and find the same things completely hilarious.

3. He's so supportive! He never misses any of me or my sisters games, concerts, plays, and so on.

4. He's raised our family in the Church. He converted to the Mormon Church when he was 21, something that definitely did not come without difficulty. He sacrificed a lot to join the Church, which has helped me realize how important the Gospel is and that I should never take it for granted.

5. He's always so friendly! He's always making friends wherever we go: restaurants, grocery stores, performances, games, you name it. We ruthlessly mock him about it, but hey. He's the one making friends, not us.

6. He's like a directions ninja. Literally he knows how to get everywhere. As a result, he refuses to invest in a GPS, but it's fascinating.

7. He tolerates living with five women. That alone is a feat worth mentioning. Putting myself in his shoes, I don't think I could ever survive.

8. Whenever I have friends over, he always makes them feel so welcome in our home. In addition, he puts up with the odd nicknames that they give him (Tom Kat). Poor guy.

9. He sincerely loves each of his girls, his wife included of course and would do anything for them.

10. He's just an all around amazing person!

I love you Dad! Happy Birthday!

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