Last night was the award ceremony for my dad. It’s hard to realize that someone might be so important to anyone but yourself, but I realized something I knew all along — my dad is a BYU rockstar. When I tell friends who went to B YU, who my dad is, they’re always impressed and about 50% of the time they’ve had him for either economics or American Heritage. It seems like he is a friend to everyone he meets and although we carry the same Pope genes of wanting attention DIVERTED from us, my dad didn’t run out of screaming. Way to go dad.
I’m so glad I could come and be here for this occasion.
And on a brighter note, I got to see snow this AM.
I, my friends, am a lucky, lucky gal.
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