Fathers' Day

I love my father. I am so much like him it is scary! He likes clerical work, so do I. I love to read, so does he. I am left-handed and so is he. I enjoy learning about history, as does he. He doesn't enjoy playing games too much, he would rather read. I on the other hand, I love games of all sorts. My dad is hard-working and he loves the gospel of Jesus Christ. He works as the head Family Files Clerk at the Ogden Utah Temple, and loves his job. Why wouldn't he? It must be like working in Heaven. Hushed tones, and the Spirit continually there. To work in that kind of atmosphere would be so nice. Not so much pressure. In a way, he is kind of spoiled. I would love to see how he would handle working here at the credit union on a Friday or a Saturday. He is currently ward missionary in his ward, and he loves it. I know he loves my mother. He tries to help her out when he can. I honestly don't know what he would do if my mom preceded him in death. I think he might remarry quickly. He has an interesting sense of humor and loves to play with words. I have learned to enjoy language from him. He once knew three languages: English, Spanich and Dutch. He is a good man with a good heart.