18 years ago, on Friday, I was brought into this world by my absolutely lovely parents. On that day, it happened to be my Papa's birthday. May 17th would be quite the day to remember for the both of us, from then on out. Not only was I the first grandchild on the Terry side, but I landed my birth right on the 50th birthday of the man in charge. Every year since then, we've shared fun parties and/or sweet phone calls on that day.
This year, I was a loser and didn't call him until Saturday... Regardless, I never forget those moments when I learn a little more from a wise, old man. He's shared countless stories and experiences with me, where I take something away and hope I can have such experiences.
Yesterday was no different.
I called him in the late morning. We discussed my graduation and our birthday. Then, he mentioned that he didn't know I was planning on serving a mission until he got my grad announcement. He told me a story of getting set apart and his stake president telling him that he would never be a successful missionary until he learned to love the people of his mission. He gave me advice on how to prepare for a mission and to get ready for college. He got emotional as he told me how important I am to him. My heart got full and my eyes swelled with tears.
I sure do love my sweet Papa and I hope that we have many birthdays to come. He has done more for me and my family than most people could ever comprehend, and few will understand why. I'm grateful for his example, testimony and unconditional love in my life.
I love you, Papa.
xoxo
kylee jean
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