Monday, June 29, 2009

10 Things I Love About You

My (very late and cheap) Father's Day Present
TO BRY:


1. You still laugh HYSTERICALLY at every bodily function joke in movies.

2. You're so infuriatingly responsible.

3. You dance with me in the kitchen while the hardly edible casserole is cookin'.

4. You giggle when you're nervous or excited.

5. Yes, your bum made the list, and it is divine.


6. You can't carry a tune to save your life, but you sing at the top of your voice because you know I hate to sing alone.

7. You can't hide your excitement when you walk through the door after an exhausting day and the kids run to smother their daddy.

8. You make us laugh so hard we should probably store a spare oxygen tank, just in case.

9. You write notes to us before you leave in the early morning so when we wake up we always know that we are loved all day long.

10. You automatically reach your hand towards mine (when it's not filled with a child or grocery bags) when we're close- a meaningless gesture to most, but to me it means "You belong to me, I'm here, and I won't let you go".

One day I'll be able to give you an awesome boat or that cool Bumble Bee car, but for now all I can give you is a humble and sincere Thank You.




TO DAD:

1. One of your best friends was a dog named Hayduke.

2. You have always been an amazing hubby and companion to mom.

3. Somehow you can pull together an amazing meal with the most random assortment of ingredients.

4. You still let me sit on your lap like I'm a 7 year old girl who just needs her daddy.

5. Making you laugh is pretty hard, but SO worth the effort.


7. You have the weirdest social skills, but somehow manage to gain the trust and love of everyone who meets you.

8. You never force your opinion on anyone, even though your knowledge on almost every subject greatly surpasses anyone I know.

9. You make gray hair look like Cary Grant instead of Santa Claus.

10. You sing to and cuddle with and kiss and play with your Grand kids- you'll never know how much that means to me.

I look forward to many more camping and fishing trips, hopeless but still fun Jazz games, farmers markets, and hikes up the canyon. I'm so lucky to be your daughter!

LOVE YOU DAD!




TO DAD TRUMP:

1. You're smile always had a hint of mischief, like a little boy who's about to throw a water balloon at your face.

2. Even when you were dying, you thought about all others before yourself.

3. You had never ending pride and integrity with every job.

4. You loved watching Lawrence Whelk, bubbles and all.

5. You were the best gossip!

6. Having a difficult life was never an excuse.

7. You were always completely honest (sometimes a little too honest).

8. You and your darling wife raised the best hubby and daddy!

9. You never ran out of hugs and kisses.

10. You'll NEVER grow up.

We miss you everyday, Dad. There have been times when we've felt your presence and we truly hope it wasn't just our imagination. It helps sweet Hyrum to know that when people (and animals, and balloons) die, not only do they live with Jesus, but his Grandpa is with them too.



Thursday, June 25, 2009

You Know You're a Mama if...

You've replaced "the outfit" with "the yoga pants"
I've heard it said, "The problem with stretchy pants is you can gain twenty pounds and not notice"
Problem? I say miracle!

You've made friends with the ants- at least SOMEONE will clean up around here!


Your yard is littered with designer plastic toys.

Your sink is CONSTANTLY bursting with grimy dishes.
In the words of a dear friend, "We're like a family of locusts consuming everything in sight."
At least locusts don't leave behind dirty dishes.

The novel has replaced the "single with no responsibilities or attachments" feeling.


You can't get "The Wheels on the Bus" out of your head.


You ate Kraft Mac n Cheese for lunch and enjoyed it.

You recognize that every mess is one baby step closer to independence.
Both liberating and heartbreaking at the same time.

You get to hear face squishingly adorable things like, "Mommy? When we fly in the airplane to Utah, can we get my purple balloon?"

(Yes, the loss of the purple balloon was a tragedy in our house)


You've honestly forgotten how to converse with adults.

Chocolate has become a survival technique.



You are touched (you cry like a baby) from movies, TV commercials, school programs, t-ball games, family trips, primary programs, and everyday regular moments because "beautiful" and "touching" have taken on a whole new meaning.

You drive a MINI VAN- nuff said.

You can't see your couch due to the piles of laundry.

Your fridge is cluttered with priceless treasures.



Your pantry is stuffed with high fructose corn syrup, artificial colors and (gasp) partially hydrogenated oils.
Your beautiful children have encrusted bogies all over their faces and you ... wait a minute ... NOPE- don't care.

The only time you get "all dolled up" is for church.

You would go through months and even years of trying to get pregnant, just to endure nine months of semi-torture and excruciating labor and all night cry fests and engorgement and temper tantrums AGAIN.

Because yes, it's SO worth it.

So come on in, get comfortable (move the laundry out of the way first), and laugh with us.

Thursday, June 4, 2009