Tonight I watched the new movie "Dear John." The love story kind of tugged at my hear strings. But the story between father and son pulled so hard those old strings threatened to snap right in half.

My dad is amazing. More so than even explainable. My dad had a choice, a choice to be dad...and he took it. Not many people would. In fact, he took it when someone else had declined the opportunity. Someone who shouldn't have had so much of a choice.

Health-wise my dad is a walking miracle everyday. God's hand is in everything, guides, and directs every detail of what happens here. This, my family can say for certain. There is no other explanation to my dad's health.

I wish I could expound on how amazing my dad is. He has been through so much, probably Hell and back a couple times. I regret to say, I put him there a couple times.

When I was little I used to open and close my scriptures over and over again, hoping that they would look like my dad's. He loves God, and his family, and to him the two go hand in hand.

I've taken my dad for granted way too many times. He's never neglected me, or my needs. I am selfish and don't deserve to be forgiven as many times as he has forgiven.