I'm Backkkkkk! And it's the B-Day of a Pretty Cool Guy!

So I've decided that due to a large adventure that is coming my way in approximately 10 months (more on that at another time), I need to start blogging more, because I have pretty much sucked at it this whole school year. I'm not entirely sure why, because the past year has probably been the most eventful of my life, but that might be it--I've been kinda busy!

To help me get back into the groove of blogging, I've decided to blog once a day for the next 30 days (now until May 6th), even if all I manage to do in a day is post a picture or two (I'm also trying to take more pictures in preparation for the upcoming adventure). I hope that this gets me back into practice to update periodically once the next 30 days are over!

My return to blogging happens to coincide with the day of birth of my father, one Kent Michael Wessley. Happy Birthday, Dad!!!!

Generally one would assume that a photo like this would be exaggerating
just how B.A.my dad is. Not in this case, I promise! 

Some reasons why my dad is a pretty cool guy:

• I ask my dad a lot of pretty ridiculous questions on a pretty regular basis. I don't know how to pay my taxes, use any type of insurance, get my car fixed, or what to do when my computer isn't working, and my natural reaction to any of these issues is to freak out. One of these problems comes up about every week, which is quickly followed by a frantic call or text to my dad, who always has the answer. Whatta guy! 
• Not only does my dad sport quite a few tattoos of his own, he took me to get mine when I was 18--how many people can say that about their parents? 
• Nearly two years ago he had a major stroke, and we thought he would never walk again. Through the grace of God and my dad working his butt off in physical therapy, he was walking within a month and back on his motorcycle the next summer, riding it to Colorado and back (the photo above is from that trip). 
• A fun fact from my childhood: my dad used to paint my nails. All the time. And he was really good at it (better than my mom!) 
• Having an adventurous spirit causes me to want to do a lot of pretty out-there things, usually at the last minute. When I was 16, I spent two weeks on a mission trip in Peru, which my dad was very instrumental in helping me fund-raise for and supporting me in. A little less than a year ago, I told him at the end of April that I was going to move to Texas for the summer to be an Americorps volunteer, and oh yeah, I needed to buy a car first. Dad not only was all for me running off to Texas for the summer, he helped me find and buy my car (purchasing a car would be another task I am quite inept at). The next adventure I'm planning on (which is still not being revealed on here!) takes a little more courage and a lot more letting go for my parents than my other adventures have--but I know that my dad will support me all the way.
• Finally, as scary as that big Harley-riding guy might appear, I know that he absolutely loves my sisters and I, and he tells us that a lot. What a blessing.

So here's to you, Dad Wessley! (Cara has my dad saved as that in her phone and it cracks me up every day). Thanks for putting up with the antics of three daughters and loving us the whole time.