To my dad

Today being Father's Day I think I will do a tribute to my dad. (trite?Maybe for some of you but... When you are finished reading you will see why he deserves a tribute)
  My dad is amazing and probably the best man on Earth. I am not saying that because I am his daughter. In fact, I am saying that in spite the fact he had adopted me as his daughter. 
 Before I was born, my birth father left my mom and decided to try to claim I was not his. Although I look a lot like him I still have some similarities to my mom. But, he did not want to pay child support for my older sister and me and so he decided to try to say that I was not his. My mom did everything she could to raise us on her own until she found a good man to raise us together with him. 
  My dad is so good to my om and kind and loving. He loves her so much and he is good to us kids. He loves us and wants us to be the best at whatever it is wonderful that we can be. I have fond memories of dad, mom and my family. My dad would take the family on camp outs. My om would come and we would sing songs laugh and talk along the way. Sometimes I go back to those beloved spots and think "That was only 10 miles away? It felt like a longer drive" but, dad had a way of finding the most scenic route. 
  Dad and I were the slowest eaters in the family. So, mom would have us clean the kitchen together. We would talk and share our philosophical views of the world, politics, religion, history, anything! We would clean the kitchen together while we talked. The dishes were done, table cleaned counter cleaned and floor mopped and swept when dad and I talked. ıt never seemed like we were cleaning either. It just seemed like we were enjoying each others company. I have to honest... Sometimes I never cared the topic, but I loved just talking to dad. It was "our time". Dad was always fair and kind to each one of us. Sometimes, he would use his profession to test us, but sometimes it did not work. I remember once he said to me... Psychology works on other peoples kids because it is easier to see from the outside than when you are in it. I always told him when I was an adult he had an aerial map view point of people, and honestly it was his gift. I always felt love in the home and harmony. Dad taught us to be honest in all things and sometimes the world seems unfair and seems like you will never succeed if you are not honest, but honesty is in me and I would rather fail being honest and good and doing right than be successful by being a back stabber and dishonest. 
  Dad's dad was Cyril Lorenzo Jensen. Cyril was a Wyoming Rancher's son. A true cowboy raised in Star Valley Wyoming. Grandpa Jensen and I were really close because during family reunions I would sit and visit with grandpa instead of hanging out with the cousins.There were not   lot of cousins, because they were only 3 of them until I was 12 then more cousins came but, I had twin cousins I loved babysitting now and again! My grandpa always said "Never do anything you don't want on the front cover of a newspaper". And I love that quote to this day. I tell it to everyone. Grandpa was a good dad to my dad and I am grateful that I had the privilege of knowing Grandpa Jensen and honored to be the daughter of a B.Y.U. Professor. Dad and Grandpa Jensen although not my blood, are really my true fathers and I am forever grateful to them for they loved me like I was family. 
Dad, Happy Father's Day! I love you !