Belated Happy Birthday to my Daddy

Friday was my dad's 55th birthday. We have been playing phone tag since then because of his crazy work schedule, and I haven't been able to tell him (besides voicemail). My dad is really the Godliest man I know. Allow me to brag a little. I have never met someone who studies the word with such vigor and passion. He has dedicated his life to students and my mom and I, and I would absolutely not be who I am today, if not for him. Several weeks ago, we had a great conversation and I put on my 'facebook status' Elizabeth Weinberger: loves her daddy, and at least ten people, mainly former students, commented on how much they agreed. My memories with my dad are endless, and he has always, ALWAYS, taken me out on "daddy-daughter days". Most of them were centered around shopping, but have also included: Malibu Grand Prix, ice skating, going to sears, roller skating at the CLC, and many more. Every Friday before school, we would go to Shipleys for donut holes and chocolate milk. We did this the Friday before I got married. We would also spend hours in the evenings checking my math homework, many tears were shed. While all of this things add up to great memories, the most precious memory is our time spent in Latvia. This past summer, we are able to go just the two of us. It was really, really special. I don't think I'm going to be able to with him this summer, and it breaks my heart. Another topic, for another blog. Anyway, I love you dad. You are one of my best friends, and I couldn't have gotten here without you.