His hands are tough like leather, but his heart couldn’t be softer. An elder of the church, a master mechanic, and a father like you wouldn’t believe. How he managed to raise three girls like us is beyond me. A man we look to for wisdom, encouragement, and gas money (Well I go to Jake now 😉 ). He knows when we need tough love and when to silently wrap us in a tight hug. The man who loves my babies something fierce and lights up with joy when called “papa”. A man I couldn’t be more proud to call my dad.