I love my dad. haahaa when i was really small i used to call him bah-bee. (sound that out and add a mandarin accent) He's in sweden now coming back tomorrow, but I love my dad. He's a good dad. And it's tough being in a house full of girls, but he still manages to get his lakers games in and play on the computer and play around with his toys. It helps when my sister or i like whatever he's doing like both of us like the lakers and basketball so we watch. i like photography so we get to play with gadgets and stuff together but my dad's on his own with his computer games with the exception of like solitaire or something. He's the decision maker of the household though my mom may sometimes seem, they have this interesting relationship that i haven't completely deciphered yet, but i dunno if i'll ever fully understand the dynamics of their relationship. They laugh at each other's jokes, they talk they like to do a lot of stuff. My dad likes to laugh so he tries to get my mom laughing. that's the hard part but when they're both laughing, it's cool. I love my dad, but i don't miss him as much when he goes on business trips because he goes on business trips a lot and he calls back or ims me a lot so that's cool. haahaa my dad called me a nerd one time because i got an optical mouse. i don't know how that constitutes me being a nerd but it was funny how my dad used the word "nerd." but i remember about 8 years ago or so... my parents took my sister and a bunch of other people on a short term mission to ensenada, mexico. I was too young to go i think i was going into the 6th grade.. yeah. It was for high schoolers and college students so i didn't get to go. And they left the saturday before father's day. That father's day, I was in the children's choir and i think i had a solo, but my dad wasn't there. i wanted him so much to be there and like when they were in mexico, they didn't call a lot because they didn't have access to a phone, but they did call once. I was staying at jonathan wu's house. His parents were taking care of me because i had a cold that week. But yeah I missed my dad a lot because he was supposed to hear me sing... but he was serving God and carrying out the great commission so i sorta understood. but when he got back i remember being at church and seeing one van pull into the parking lot. it wasn't my dad because he wasn't driving. but i remember someone ruffling my hair and saying, don't worry rosalyn he'll be back soon. so i waited and lo and behold the church fan the old gray/burgundy one pulled into the parking lot and it was my dad~! I almost ran into the car i was so excited. my mom and sister were there, too... but when my dad got out of the car i just ran and held on to him and cried and cried. I didn't wanna let go.. haahaa i was being such a child although i was a child... and he hugged me real tight and i felt so safe with him there. Yeah.. that's my dad. I love him a lot. I wonder what my reaction would be if I saw my Heavenly Father. Would my reaction be so joyful and at the point of tears? but yeah.. happy fathers day. :)