My dad. He walks slowly now. He often needs a walker or a cane to help him. His hair is gray. But that's not how I think of him. I always think of him as the dad of my youth, with gleaming black hair and strong enough to have five of us on his back for a pony ride.
He has worked his whole life to provide for us. So many good things in my life have come because of his efforts for me. So much goodness has come into my life because he taught me about the gospel. About hard work. About keeping the commandments.
I love you Dad. Happy Fathers Day.
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