Georgey Porgey

My dad is George William Bradley. As serious as people think he is, he's a nut. He is the perfect match for my mom and an excellent father. Dad loves to work. He has the pleasure of working at home but don't think that means he doesn't take it very seriously. My dad wakes up around 5 and reads his scriptures for an hour than showers and dresses in a full suit and goes down to the basement to work. He rises from the depths at 12:15 and has a bowl of soup until 1:00. He normally listens to talk radio. If I go up to have lunch with him Rush Limbaugh or Mike Meadved is on full blast! We don't really talk during those lunches we just listen to 1020AM.

My padre has the greenest and plushest lawn on his block. Probably in all of Rexburg. Possibly is all of Southeast Idaho. When they moved to Idaho his lot was just dirt. He seeded it all himself and has a special fertilizing process that makes it feel like you are walking on mattresses outside. Seriously, gorgeous grass. He's really proud of it and he loves it when I say something about how nice his grass is. He also installed a flag pole when he moved in. He always wanted one. He has a spotlight on it at night and flies it half mast when someone dies or anything. It's a big deal. And really easy to tell people how to spot your house. Not every house has a 60 foot flag pole in the front yard.

Dad loves having girls. You'd think he'd want a son but he does so well with us. When we were little he'd let us fix his hair and put it in little pony tails and brush it different ways. He'll sit around and talk with us for hours. He loves to laugh. When dad laughs at a joke he'll normally repeat the punchline as he is laughing. It makes as all laugh harder.

Dad has always been a good example and a strict parent. There was the normal we could always ask dad if we wanted a for sure yes. I think all dads are that way. But every Friday he takes my mom out on a date. Always has. Every Sunday he goes to all his meetings. Every Saturday we had Family Movie Night. (Not a rule... but a good habit/tradition). Every Monday we had Family Home Evening. A favorite FHE was the Miss Modesty Pageant. My dad was the judge. We had to put on all our clothes, one outfit at a time, and he would judge it's modesty by how much it covered, how far the sleeves came down, the cut, the tightness, and where it fell on your legs. If it was more than 2 inches above the center of our knees we had to pass it down to the next sister. What a night.

My dad is me hero. He'd do anything for me. He'd bail me out of any mess. And he'd never want a thank you.

Love you, dad.