What fun!!

I remember as a small child waiting for Dad to get home and standing at the top of the stairs as he walked in to sing, I'm so glad when Daddy comes home. We were always excited for him to get home. We loved it when he would play with us. He would tickle us mercilesly until we were afraid we would wet our pants. He would chase us up the stairs with us squealing the whole way. He would also lay on his back while we stood on his hands and then he would lift us up high in the air and try to balance us. We would also put our tummies on his feet and then he would fly us around like superman( while he was still on his back). When I was older, on one of our trips to Idaho to see his parents we went scurfing in their yard. They were flood irrigating and Dad found a piece of scrap sheet metal. Somehow, he tied a rope to it and pulled us all around the yard on it. We had a great time! Dad was real good at keeping a balance in his life. Thanks for all the fun times Dad. I love you!

Love Melanie