Tweet My daddy came to see me last night and took me out to dinner. I have to say it has been the highlight of my week. I love my family. That is one thing I am truely blessed with. God gave me an amazing family with whom I have amazing relationships. My dad is my hero–I respect him more then anyone else in my life. He is my first source of advice and I don’t know what I do without him. I do feel sorry for any guy that tries to date me..he is very protective of his little girl. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. And…

Tweet He is seriously one of the coolest guys I know.. I take him for granted a lot, but of all the people in the world, he sticks up for me the most. He’s always talking about me and defending me to my parents. And he’s a hard worker..the little guy has ran more miles in the past few months then I have my whole life. He switched schools and public schools take cross country a whole lot more serious. He was running like 40 miles a week-no complaints either. And he’s had to put his social life on hold for a little while because he committed to CC. I…

Tweet Love Others Ever since I can remember, my mother has instilled in me a love for people. She has shown me to love everyone..not just those I would naturally want to love. Until I hit highschool, I just kinda accepted everyone, and thought I loved everyone. I sadly realized I loved the people who loved me, or who were lovely people. But God has placed me in several unique situations where my mom’s lessons of loving others have come shining through. I have worked in day camp the past two summers, and let me tell you..that is the best place to learn how to love others. Some of those…

Tweet I love my dad so much..He has always been there for me. I can’t ever remember a time when he turned his back, or walked out, even if I had failed him. He’s been my biggest fan and supporter since day one. And also been there to dry my tears. When I was little, we had our little rituals that are etched in my mind. I can remember countless Christmas’ sitting around the tree reading stories, watching the lights flicker around the room. I can remember every spring the flowers he would bring me before my ballet recitals. He never failed. And although he was gone a lot, he…