My Father's Daughter

I just spent the night crying through the work and the glory movies and
thinking of my daddy because of it. I was thinking of the faith of the
early saints and being sad because of the faithlessness of some of them.
This of course made me think of the sometimes more than hour lectures my
father gave us. At the time I resented them because of what ever I
wanted to do at the time. Im not sure why I didn't realize it at the
time, but he wasn't lecturing me. He was teaching me, like lehi did for
his children as did many great men of god. Perhaps I resented it because
of bull-headedness and my desire to as my dad would say, "kick against
the pricks."
Its funny really; this whole train of thought was established by me
remembering how my father would get weepy in sacrament meetings or at
the temple dedication, or when I tell him I love him, or when my mom
smiled at him from afar. Or at the end of "the notebook." And now my
thoughts skip to a Sunday school lesson my mom was teaching outside. My
dad came out side and was hiding behind a wall and was throwing pebbles
her way to get her attention. That was the first time I remember seeing
my dad flirt with my mom. Its one of my favorite memories. Another was
is at Jacey's funeral. Jacey was gone but I saw the love my father had
for my sister when he hugged her.
Regardless of the choices you make in your life, whether you are male
or female, or old or young, at some point you must realize how much like
your father you are.(even if it means crying at the end of EVERY MOVIE)
And if you are really lucky, he'll be one like mine. I love you daddy.
~Ila :)