First of all: my dad.
My dad is the sort of dad that every kid in the world dreams of. No joke. When you watch those movies where there is an amazing and spectacular Dad I always think of my dad. Because he's just like all of those dads. That and a bag of chips. My Dad is a combination between Atticus Finch (To Kill a Mockingbird), J.M Barrie from "Finding Neverland", and Steve Martin from any of his films.
There are so many millions of reasons why I admire my dad. He is strong; in his faith, in his convictions, in every aspect of his life. He is in control. Never have I been worried when my dad was at the helm. There was never a reason to be. He has always provided the most stable environment any kid could ever grow up in. My dad also understands you. I think that's because he just understands people (good thing because that's what his job is all about!) but to chat with someone who understands you is invaluable. If anyone needs advice, Dad is the end all, be all of advice. My dad just gets you. :)
My Dad is such fun. SUCH fun. I got my forever love for Disneyland from my dad. Dad and Disneyland are synonymous in my vocabulary. Dad was the one who took us to Disneyland every three years (if not before, basically whenever he could cram it in!), the one who took us out to dinner (when you have seven kids, that's a huge undertaking), the one to throw us in the car and go have adventures. He is responsible for introducing seven individuals to so much- everything from Yosemite to ice cream. :)
My dad is also one of the funniest people I know. Most people who don't know my dad very well think of him as being quiet and stoic. Nuh uh. Oh heck no. My dad is freaking hi-lar-ious. My favorite thing until the end of time will be whenever he would pull his shorts up really high and stick out his belly. Even now, I have to laugh uncontrollably. He's got a wicked sly sense of humor. His guffaw face can't help but make you hiccup with tummy jiggling laughter. His guffaw face is when he's teasing you when you're laughing and he is pretending to laugh. Funniest thing ever.
My dad used to make fancy dinners for us girls. He would make pasta or something, put on an apron, throw a kitchen towel over his shoulder and serve us. My dad would drive us to pick up hockey in Santa Barbara at 6am on a Sunday. My dad would drive us FROM Santa Cruz to Las Vegas for hockey tournaments. There never has been a time in my life when I didn't want my dad around. Most kids go through stages maybe when they think that they're parents are cool, or whatever. Never once did I think that. My dad was always the one who made everything better. Who we hailed as our hero and as our friend.
Everything is better whenever my dad's around.
This is turning into a book... yeeks! My point is this: my dad is what I want David Lock to grow up to be. Heck, he's who
I want to be when I grow up! He is what every guy, girl or anything inbetween should aspire to be. There are very few people who I look at and admire blatantly. My dad is at the very tip top of my teeny list. He rocks. He is amazing. He kicks ass. He is THE best Dad in the whole wide world.
Chris isn't MY Dad, so I'm not going to write a whole ode to him, but I plan on interviewing Lia in a little bit and I'll post that up. :) However, I'll say this: if you didn't already figure it out, my dad rocks. I didn't know that there was anyone who could even come close to how good of a dad my dad is. Chris, as a dad, is constantly proving me wrong. He loves his babies. Loves to be around them. Loves to let them stomp on his head and jump on his back. Loves to get sticky kisses and fingers up the nose. Loves to listen to endless stories of nonsense and screeching songs in the car. Loves to hug and kiss and cuddle. Will help with anything. Will do anything. There is no doubt in my mind, that the way I feel about my dad, is the way that Lia and Davy feel about theirs. He is the center of their universe. (as a note, I'm the one holding UP the center of the universe, and the kids are orbiting. But Chris is the center of both of our universes.) Just wanted to say that. LOL. Maybe I should erase that? I sound a little crazy in that line. LOL. Whatever. :)
I would say the definite hit of the night was Kate's fireman hat, to which the two kids still fight over who gets to wear it on a weekly basis.
