To my Father who shaped my childhood,
Thank you for the years of sacrifice.
Thank you for the hugs when you came home from a long trip.
Thank you for letting me share in the things you enjoy like your old records, singing along to Journey with the stereo so loud we bothered the neighbors, and river fishing in the Kenai.
Thank you for teaching me Algebra, how to drive (or how not to drive), how to shoot a "fade away" shot, and how fascinating it can be to watch cars go round and round on the race track.
Thank you for always protecting me and always respecting my opinion.
For these things and for many others I am beyond grateful.
Thank you for being my Dad.
To my husband who has helped shape the person I've become,
Thank you for the ability to always make us laugh no mater how upset or frustrated we are.
Thank you for getting down on the playroom floor as soon as you come home from work to build lego ships, wrestle or throw the ball.
Thank you for patiently and enthusiastically reading the same book over and over until the pages have been worn thin.
Thank you for working as hard as you do to support us so I can live my dream of being a stay-at-home mom.
Thank you for having the ability to say you were wrong and not hold it over us when we're in the wrong.
Thank you for making the commitment to be there no matter what and for sticking by that commitment.
You are an incredible father.
For these things and many more I am so thankful that you are the father of my children.
With love,
Lindsay