Happy You-Day Father Sir!

I know it's a couple days late, but I wanted to wait til the "time was right." So Happy Birthday!


Father Sir first made me "shake in my boots" way back in June of 2007, when Megs and I were hanging out at her place. Even though we had only been courting for a couple weeks (well, I was courting her anyways), I had my arm around Megs on the couch when Father Sir came walking into the living room; and I just about smacked myself in the face pulling my arm back in an effort to prevent him from seeing my "suaveness" on his newly returned-missionary daughter.

I quickly learned however, that just like Halloween, as time goes on, Father Sir isn't nearly as scary as he first seemed. ;) Of course, it didn't help that I was hitting on his daughter the first time we met... I was such an idiot.

Well Father Sir, I hope you're free this Saturday afternoon, cuz Megs and I have two BYU tickets with your name on them!


So find a friend, warm up the grill, and we'll head on down to "the LaVell" to cheer on the Cougs to victory over the Lobos! We love you!