Dear Dad,

I love nothing more than taking the Tremonton exit, turning at Zollinger;s corner and coming home.  There is nothing as comforting as being home.  I love beautiful Bothwell and our lovely home.  I see your touch everywhere there--in the green fields with perfect rows, in the John Deere tractor out in the field, in the playground a the church.  I see and hear from all the people all the service you have given to them and I am always proud to be your daughter.

I love coming home to "my" house, a house that you built for us.  I've always thought we had one of the nicest homes and am amazed you built it.  I have the best memories in that house-playing basketball and rollerskating in the driveway, watching TV together in the family room, and coming home to you sitting in the recliner (mostly wearing just garments! :) )

I'm so grateful that I have these places to call home.  They bring me comfort and good feelings.  Cam has said he doesn't really have a place that feels this way to him.  He knows and I know--that he is truly missing out.  I'm so blessed to have a home--that you created, served in, continue to improve, and have filled with love and beautiful memories.  I can't wait to come home again soon and see you. 

I love you Dad.

Love,

April