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then you're gonna love...

this.

his brown eyed girl.

{me, dad, and a rock that i think i said we should pretend was courtney...i am weird sometimes.}

things that my dad has taught me...

1.  the football basics.  because of which i know to never hold anything important {i.e. my wedding, the birth of my children, ect.} between the end of august to the end of november.  also if i marry a man who roots for red, i might be disowned.  but really a man who cheers for red is no man at all, right dad?
2.  work hard and play hard.  whenever i am hating my life due to school stress, my dad's suggestions are to do everything i can to do well in school and then play.  i love that.  and i do just what my wise father says.
3.  the magic of movies.  i can't remember a time that my dad wasn't talking about, watching, or recording a movie to better enhance my movie life.  so movies are one of my most favoritist things ever, natch.
4.  the wonders of diet coke.  i am pretty sure that i learned how to drink diet coke from a big gulp straw before a bottle.  and we don't believe that is a bad thing. 
5.  how to make fantastic lists.  see above for proof.

i love my dad.  and it has nothing to do with the fact that he just bought me tickets to my love's slc concert.  it does, however, have a little to do with my love for this article i just read {and recommend if you think you might love your dad as much as i do!}and thought, "hey yeah my dad is this great...and then some."  {which is REALLY saying something since the author of the article happens to be lavell edward's daughter aka mine and dad's hero.}

dad. you are great. i am so grateful for the way that you raised me. i have never had to question your love for the gospel, mom, courtney, or me. you are the greatest example to me in so many ways. thank you for having such tanable skin and thick hair because i definitely got those genes. so proud to be your brown eyed girl.

me and my bud.

...pretended to have a blast while mama was at girl's camp this week.

i like my dad. 

and if future mr. paige is anything like him

i'll be a lucky girl.

my dad is strong.

so strong, in fact,

that he grabbed this can of

deliciousness

and broke a hole in it.

you go dad!

lay off the weight-lifting

or our hugs might kill me.

father of mine.

{stud in the shirt...he still watches tv like this.}

i love my dad because:

-he taught me all i need to know about football.  go cougars!

-he is in the top 3 funniest people i know. 

-he comes shopping with me even though he'd rather not.

-he honors his priesthood.

-he comes from and created the coolest families.

-he loves movies so naturally i do too.

-he would be your worst nightmare on jeopardy.

-he gets really tan in the sun and let me inherit that trait.

-he married an awesome woman that later became my awesome mom.

-he looks like me or, rather, i look like him.

-he comments on my blog. {hint, hint dad}

-he takes us on adventures.

-and he is the best man i know.  future mr. paige...you have big shoes to fill.

happy father's day, dad.

i love you!

sew on patches to all you tear

dear future mr. paige,

please make me as happy as my parents have been for the last 25 years.  let's be as fun as they are and go on dates every weekend.  and let's have as cute of kids as they did.  and please be as good to me as my dad is to my mom.  let's have just as much fun weeding the garden or cleaning the house as my parents do.  and remember to remember what i'm going to wear on our first date and remind me about it 25 years later, like my dad did the other day.  and tell our kids how cool i am, like my dad told me about my mom and some red shoes she wore once. and i promise to be home when you get home from work every night, just like my mom does for my dad.  oh and let's go to europe, all expenses paid, like my parents are doing in september, but let's not rub it in our daughters face and make her as jealous as i am.  just promise to take me to the temple and love me for eternity, just like mom and dad.

love,

me

{happy anniversary, mom and dad!}

the day a legend was born.

{dad.}

my dad has quickly become my bestie this summer.

with courtney and all of the boys gone preaching

i have had to hold some "friend auditions."
my dad, the birthday boy, wins the crown.
lucky guy.

he has such cool thoughts. 
i wish i could vacation in his imagination sometimes.
cool thought of the day:
he tells me and mom that his wish, his greatest of all wishes, would be that

every 7-11 {or "sev" as he says} that has changed into something else,

like a bread factory or a loan center or a car wash
would turn back into a sev overnight.
preferably {requests papa} on july 11, at 7:11 am.
i wish that now too.

i am so glad this guy was born.
i love you dad.
you don't look a day over 50.

{that guy in the red jacket, yeah, that's my dad.}

father of mine.

when i think of the words
"cool"

"smart"

or "hilarious"

i envision my dad.  he is all of those things, on steroids.  he tries to teach me how to be all of those things like him but, sadly,  i am not.  i could never be as awesome as he is.  i try way super hard though.  on sunday, after we ate a large dinner, he said something that made me fall more in love with him than ever:

"i feel as full as the thanksgiving of 1966. 

i sat in the back of my sister's car with all the leftover

pumpkin pies and was convinced i was going to die."

and, like all of his stories, he finished with a fact of some kind.

the fact he shared with us that evening was...

"l.b.j was the president."

i don't quite know why president johnson had any significance whatsoever with the pumpkin pie, stuffed full, thanksgiving story, but he was right and i can always use a little trivia.  and if you were wondering, yes, he is in fact crazy good at trivial pursuit and every other game, for that matter.

{me and dad, with our weekend mustaches.}

dress up.

tell me my dad doesn't look like joseph smith...

go ahead.

tell me...

mom and dad.

 

{little mama being an angel.}

sometimes i do really really ridiculously ridiculous things.
like the time that i lost my dad's debit card at hollywood video while trying to rent season 2 of the o.c.
or the time that i left my mom's debit card at the taco bell drive thru.
or the time when i locked my keys in the car while the car was running during a basketball game.
or the time when i locked the keys in the car in provo while my dearest loved ones came to visit me in my new city and my parent drove all the way here and saved us.
none of these times did my parents yell at me.  or punish me.  or got mad at me.  even though i definitely deserved a spanking or a time out or something. 

i really have thee best parents ever.  really.  

argue all you want but what would your parents do if you sprayed windex on all of the frames in the house during chores and ruined all the of the pictures around? 
mine laughed at me.  like always.
i love them too much!

"tick tock" said his heart.

 

4 years later

and still ticking like it should

which i guess beats the alternative.

{get it dad?  you should since you said it.}

happy birthday to dad's heart valve.

thanks for your help.  

marky mark.

i found my dad's socks in my drawer.

i can't stop wearing them.