Today (March 23) is my parents 33rd wedding Anniversary.
I've thought a lot about them today, and how glad I am they said yes to each other.
Mainly, I've thought how grateful I am to be theirs forever. I've thought how much I love them and how much I really rely on them even though I live 1000+ miles away. I miss being close. Picking up the telephone and calling whenever is a wonderful blessing, but so often I would love to walk in their house, just because, sit on an island bar stool and chat. Mom would have a snack, because there is always a snack and I would tell my mom everything... all those insignificant things that make life wonderful and complicated and because she's my mom and has had almost 30 years of experience listening to me, she would understand my heart and know what I was trying to say. My Dad would listen too, he would probably be making bread (he makes the bread at their house) or have some new, fantastic project to do, or a car's oil to change, or a canoe to hoist up, but he would listen too and he would understand. Dad would come up with the perfect solution to any problem. He always knew the right thing to say and still does. Because of his example, I married a man who I like to call the Epitome.
I love going home.
I'm grateful for my parents example of hard work, of pure unselfish love, of service, of living the gospel, of having fun, and their unwavering commitment to each other.
I'm so grateful that they so willingly and whole heartedly became the Mawga and Pops.
It's a special Mawga who will have nerf arrow fights with her grand kids, who gets out the army guys and shows the boys how to make aluminum foil bombs to drop on the armies, and who somehow can have a house full of wild and crazy grand kids, and manage to let each one of them feel like the most special and the best.
And it's a special kind of Pops who gives a 5 year old the riding lawnmower (blade off of course) and says, "Will, do you want to drive?" and then stands back and watches as Will drives through the neighbor's fence. It didn't rattle either of them. Will wasn't concerned in the least when it happened, he knew he was safe with Pops. Will knew Pops would love him regardless, he wouldn't get mad or frantic. Pops somehow has a natural ability to understand how 5 year olds feel. And Pops, well I don't think he was too concerned either, because he gave Will the wheel again. That broken fence became just another interesting project to work on. I once read a quote that said,"Grandpa's are great because they help their grandkids come up with mischief that they haven't thought of yet," Somehow this seems to fit.
I've thought a lot about them today, and how glad I am they said yes to each other.
Mainly, I've thought how grateful I am to be theirs forever. I've thought how much I love them and how much I really rely on them even though I live 1000+ miles away. I miss being close. Picking up the telephone and calling whenever is a wonderful blessing, but so often I would love to walk in their house, just because, sit on an island bar stool and chat. Mom would have a snack, because there is always a snack and I would tell my mom everything... all those insignificant things that make life wonderful and complicated and because she's my mom and has had almost 30 years of experience listening to me, she would understand my heart and know what I was trying to say. My Dad would listen too, he would probably be making bread (he makes the bread at their house) or have some new, fantastic project to do, or a car's oil to change, or a canoe to hoist up, but he would listen too and he would understand. Dad would come up with the perfect solution to any problem. He always knew the right thing to say and still does. Because of his example, I married a man who I like to call the Epitome.
I love going home.
I'm grateful for my parents example of hard work, of pure unselfish love, of service, of living the gospel, of having fun, and their unwavering commitment to each other.
I'm so grateful that they so willingly and whole heartedly became the Mawga and Pops.
It's a special Mawga who will have nerf arrow fights with her grand kids, who gets out the army guys and shows the boys how to make aluminum foil bombs to drop on the armies, and who somehow can have a house full of wild and crazy grand kids, and manage to let each one of them feel like the most special and the best.
And it's a special kind of Pops who gives a 5 year old the riding lawnmower (blade off of course) and says, "Will, do you want to drive?" and then stands back and watches as Will drives through the neighbor's fence. It didn't rattle either of them. Will wasn't concerned in the least when it happened, he knew he was safe with Pops. Will knew Pops would love him regardless, he wouldn't get mad or frantic. Pops somehow has a natural ability to understand how 5 year olds feel. And Pops, well I don't think he was too concerned either, because he gave Will the wheel again. That broken fence became just another interesting project to work on. I once read a quote that said,"Grandpa's are great because they help their grandkids come up with mischief that they haven't thought of yet," Somehow this seems to fit.
Happy Anniversary Mawgs and Pops! We love you!
We told Will he could never, ever do this again.....unless she really deserves it of course.
OK that was a joke... He shouldn't treat his Mawga this way ever, even in the heat of the moment, but we think this is really just a love pat.
Oh, and good dish washing Dad!
And like this...
With Friends....Lots of them.
Mike left later this particular day for San Antonio, where he would be presenting at a Stats Conference. My job while he was gone, was to NOT go into labor. I took this seriously, and lucky for us, Jake did too. He was born two weeks later. I look at this picture taken 365 days ago, and wonder where the time went. And then I marvel that the 3rd little cowboy to join are family is going to have a birthday in 2 weeks! WOW!
