GO USA! (and Argentina, my sentimental favorite who is playing amazingly right now).


For most of my life, I have thought my dad was pretty close to perfect. I am bull headed and so is he, so we but heads from time to time; however most of the time I think he's amazing and I want to be more like him. My dad knows what is true and what is right. He never hesitates to stand by his convictions, whether or not they are popular. He never leaves a game until the clock shows 0:00, no matter what. He is a true friend and does not talk about people behind their backs. He has devoted his life to trying to bring out the best in young people and helping them see their potential, without judging them for being kids. I think sometimes it frustrates David that I always want to know my dad's opinion and tend to go along with it. I trust him implicitly.
He will hate that I blog about this, but earlier this week my dad gave us a bit of a scare. He had a heart procedure performed and now has to be very careful about what he does. It's come as a surprise since my dad has always been very strong and active (see previous posts about him running three triathlons last year). He's also lost a lot of weight and works out regularly. He joined Weight Watchers with me and has put me to shame. So, we didn't expect to have this happen. It's been very hard for him to not do all the things he's used to doing. If my mom suffers from John Wayne syndrome (thinking you can do everything on your own), I think my dad suffers from Superman syndrome (thinking you're invinceble and can lift three times your body weight).
I'm so grateful that my dad is okay and that my mom is annoying him by making him take care of himself. I would much rather have a dad that can't help me move heavy boxes than no dad at all.
My kids are so lucky to have David for a Dad. He is a goofball and a kid at heart. He loves to get down on their level and play, sing, read, color, make a mess, etc. I love how Baylie's face lights up when she hears his keys in the door. David sees the best in every one and every situation. It is rare to hear him complain. He is non-judgemental and supportive. (He even puts up with my periodic late nights - like tonight when it's 1:00 a.m. and I'm blogging instead of working on my talk for church tomorrow.) He is so easy to live with and the best husband and father our family could possibly have.
I am richly blessed to have two such wonderful fathers in my life.
Happy Father's Day!
And of course, two of the very best memories:
Marriage is such a gamble and no matter how much you think you know about a person, there are always surprises after you get married. I got very lucky with David. He is so good to me. He loves me unconditionally and there's no place I'd rather be than home with him. He's a fantastic Dad and I just watch the clock waiting for him to come home each day. I also love that he says things like "fixin," "ya'all," "bro," "dude," "babe," without sounding fake.
Love you, Babe! (It does sound fake when I say it.)
If you would like to keep track of the points in the first round, here's an unofficial score sheet I made for my own use (three separate pages). To post them here, I had to convert them to images, but if you want it in excel or .pdf format, just post your e-mail and I'll send them to you.
Disclaimer: Like I said, I am not a huge soccer fan and am not an expert at all. So if anything in this post is wrong, feel free to kindly correct me.
Shout out to my brother Erik who is actually in South Africa watching the World Cup. He's a soccer coach and, unlike me, does know what he's talking about.
P.S. It wasn't really garbage (at least not all of it). For example, among other things we sold: the couch, a coffee table, a saw table, a pappasan, snow boards, home decor, a weight bench, an electric guitar and COOKIES! There's still lots of stuff left, hence the follow up sales.