“my pops is really the tops!”

By January 3, 2012 No Comments

I have a poem I wrote as a child called “My Pops is Really the Tops!” I need to find it and scan it. But until then, I wanted to write this special post about my dad. I have been working on it for a while, trying to perfect it…but it is never going to be just perfect. So here it is, Daddy. ♥

The top five things I learned from my Dad:

5. Don’t charge something unless you have the money in your bank account to pay for it.
I wish I had learned this lesson without experience but I might have a bit of a stubborn streak in me. ☺ Four years of debt pay back later, I have this one memorized.

4. Don’t travel without emergency cash.
This one saved my boo-tay. I moved down south on August 29th, 2005. I drove to Santa Cruz, spent the day with my brother Andrew and then the next day drove to Thousand Oaks. At a gas station off of Lavel Road exit (bottom of the grapevine), I discovered that I had less than a quarter tank of gas and my wallet was in Santa Cruz. Thanks Dad for teaching me to travel with cash locked in my glove compartment.

3. If you are going to take the time to do something, do it right.
My dad and I built a barn for my pony and my goats. It was “just” a barn yet my Dad taught me to use a level and a plumb line and we did the entire thing like it was a palace for a queen. And you know what? That barn is still standing strongly. ‘Cause you know, Dad, you and I were in fat city. ☺

2. Observe before you open your mouth and ask questions.
I think I was the “20 Questions” kid. I would walk into a room and fire off questions, “what are you doing?” “What’s that for?” “Where does that go?” My Dad would calmly reply, “wait and watch. And then if you are still confused, ask me a question.”

1. Spend time with God before you do anything else.
My Dad had a work schedule that started pretty early but he always got up earlier. Every morning, no matter how early I got up, I would come down and in the early morning light, my Dad would be in the living room, reading his bible and praying.

I could say a lot more about my Dad but this post is fitting just to him. He’s a man of few unnecessary words and that is a trait I need to emulate more. So instead of going on and on, I am just going to end this post by saying this – –
Thanks Dad for letting me be your little girl and for treating my like a princess. Thanks for helping equip me to be a confident woman that leans only on the Lord.
I love you lots. ♥

Marie Klein Burtt

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