
As you can see in my previous post, I just returned from a trip to visit my dad. The last time I spent a week with him was immediately following my graduation from ACU. We drove with my stepmom from Abilene to Nashville. As a matter of fact, as we were driving through Hope, Arkansas (home of Bill Clinton), we heard that Saddam Hussein had been captured.
Here are just a few of the memories I have of my dad:
- Going to all of his baseball, football, and basketball games growing up
- Being the 'batgirl' for his baseball games
- Waiting at the field house after football games and listening to the radio to hear the highlights of his game
- Getting reprimanded for hurting a little boy (if you know what I mean) for not letting me off of the slide in Kindergarten
- Being told that the only time you hurt a boy like that is if they are trying to rob or hurt you
- Going to the Texas Rangers Game and walking behind President Bush when he owned the Rangers
- Anticipating him coming home from practice with candy for Brette and me
- Teaching me how to properly dribble and shoot a basketball
- Teaching me how to hit and catch a baseball and softball
- Being the guinea pig for any new jokes he received
- Being told to jump in the back of the truck on my birthday only to find a brand-new bicycle there