How I know my dad loves me

My family is not an affectionate family. We don't usually hug and kiss and say I love you every time we see each other. Despite this lack of physical and verbal affection I know that my family loves me.

For example, on 9/11 I was traveling on business and got stuck in Pennsylvania. I partnered up with two fellow employees that lived in Colorado and we jumped in the rental car and drove to Denver. Of course I had talked to my family a couple of times on that fateful day and they could tell that I was anxious about not being home so my brother decided to drive to Denver so that I wouldn't have to drive home to Salt Lake alone. I don't think he would have done that if he didn't love me.

So, as it is Father's day, I am going to share with you how I know that my dad loves me.

exhibit A: The Remote

When I moved into my new house last Fall and purchased my GINORMOUS TV my dad went on line to find the codes I would need to make my Dish Remote work with my T.V. I didn't ask him to do this - heck, I didn't even realize that I would need a code - he just did it. Exhibit B: The Ice machine:

In my new house I had a fridge with an ice maker that the builder did not hook up. My Dad knows how I feel about having ice so he went to Home Depot to get the parts and hooked it up. (I hate drinking water without ice - and I have to have my Diet Coke glass with ice)

Exhibit C: The Shelves
I was insistent on having shelves along one of the walls in my Studio. Despite the fact that he hates these kind of shelves he helped me design the wall and determined what, exactly, I would need and, again, went to Home Depot and got the goods and then measured, leveled and drilled the shelves into place.
Exhibit D: The Treadmill
I just HAD to have my treadmill upstairs in the spare bedroom but it wouldn't fit through the door - I was determined so my dad figured out how to disasemble it just enough to fit through the door and then put it back together.
What a guy -- Exhibit E: The Alarm
I thought it was cute that he was worried enough about to me living by myself to ask if I had thought about getting an alarm (which I set off this morning by opening the back without disarming it).
Exhibit F & G: Hanging
I really shouldn't be allowed to have a hammer. My inability to hang anything straight is impressive. Luckily, my dad loves me enough to come over to my house and hang all of my fru-fru.
Exhibit H: Flowers
He made sure that my little patch of land had flowers. He called me to find out what kind of flowers I wanted, planted them in the little planters and then brought them over. I just love them!!!
Exhibit I: Music
He knows I am freak about anything French so he made copies of the soundtrack to Cats sung in French.
I think that I have presented more than enough evidence to adequately prove that my dad loves me --

And I love him! Happy Father's Day Dad!