Please note...these "thankfuls" are in no certain order. I just have to make them last for another 12 days! :)
What I am thinkful for on day 3 is...... my Mom and Dad! My Mom and Dad are a big part our lives. Though, I dont get to talk to my Mom as much as I would like, she is my biggest cheerleader and stands behind us no matter what. She is always there to help us, no matter how big or small the "help" may be. Her husband Dave, is also a great guy. We are really happy to have him as a part of the family. I know they love us very much.
My Dad, whom I do talk to very often, is also just a great, great person. He is also there to help us whenever we may need help. I refer to him as my second main man. He always steps in when Jared is away and takes good care of me and my boys. He is a wonderful grandpa and will drop anything he is doing to come to our aid.
We are so lucky to have such great, suppportive, loving parents. I just love them all so much!! We are also lucky, since my parents are divorced, that they have "chosen" to be friendly with each other. It makes planning things so easy.
* So, I was going to download pictures for this post, but apparently I have used my maximum allowed storage space for photos - unless I want to buy more space. I guess no more pics. :(
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Friday, May 2, 2008
Update
So I finally heard from my Dad! He told me he had the whole forest service after him.! Very Funny. Sounds like David did his job! :)
He had a great time.
He had a great time.
Brotherly Love ~ Part 2
Though I never had a sister or a sisterly "bond" ~ I have always had the best brothers. Atleast they are the best now. When I was 16 they were annoying, and they can still be annoying now, but not like back then! I love to get together with them and everyone seems to get along so well. It's fabulous!
Anyway, I got to thinking after my last post, and mostly this morning, how important my family is to me. I have mentioned before (not on this blog) that if Jared ever got a job offer of $1 Million dollars that required we move out of state, I would never do it. I would rather stay here in Utah, and live paycheck to paycheck, to be with family. Not just my family of four, but all of my brothers and their wives (yes, I ADORE my sis in laws), my niece(s) and nephews, Jareds family, his grandparents, my Mom and especially my DAD, I couldnt live without them.
My Dad, who I occasionally refer to as my second main man, is on a riverrafting trip down in Moab and I hope he is having a blast! However, I am a stress case. I counted down the days until he was (yes WAS) supposed to be calling me. My Dad clearly counted down in front of me the days he would be on the river and when he would call me. It went like this "we get on the river Monday, and then Tuesday, Wednesday ( he is counting on his fingers) I will be to my car on Thurdsay morning. I will call you when I get there." 24 hours later, still no call!
Now, another important person in my life, who is pretty much family, is David. David steps in when Dad is away. When Dad doesnt call, I call David. THANKFULLY! (I think it is because David knows I am a spaz) David has been in touch with the river rafting people down in Moab, who tell David that Dad's trip is a 5 day trip not a 3 day trip which is why we haven't yet heard from Dad. This should be good news right? It is good news, except for now I spin the situation to his medicine! oh my god, his medicine!! He thought it was only going to be 3 days not 5 days!! Did he take enough medicine?!?! and then the tears start flowing again. My Dad is diabetic who needs his meds.
You see, all of this anguish I bring on myself, is a fear of losing my Dad, or someone I love. I know deep down inside that my Dad is okay. But I cant be so sure. I cant let my guard down. I need to hear his voice telling me that he made it off the river, he is okay, and he is now going to sleep for the next 2 days becuase he is exhausted.
I love the fact that I am surrounded by my family, including my wonderful husband who told me he would drive me down to Moab if I wanted him to, where we can all work together and kick dad's butt the minute he is off the river for not counting the days correctly! Or maybe even for signing up for such a dangerous activity anyways! (oh wait, that will probably only be me..) But mostly for the support that Dad will be just fine.
Anyway, I got to thinking after my last post, and mostly this morning, how important my family is to me. I have mentioned before (not on this blog) that if Jared ever got a job offer of $1 Million dollars that required we move out of state, I would never do it. I would rather stay here in Utah, and live paycheck to paycheck, to be with family. Not just my family of four, but all of my brothers and their wives (yes, I ADORE my sis in laws), my niece(s) and nephews, Jareds family, his grandparents, my Mom and especially my DAD, I couldnt live without them.
My Dad, who I occasionally refer to as my second main man, is on a riverrafting trip down in Moab and I hope he is having a blast! However, I am a stress case. I counted down the days until he was (yes WAS) supposed to be calling me. My Dad clearly counted down in front of me the days he would be on the river and when he would call me. It went like this "we get on the river Monday, and then Tuesday, Wednesday ( he is counting on his fingers) I will be to my car on Thurdsay morning. I will call you when I get there." 24 hours later, still no call!
Now, another important person in my life, who is pretty much family, is David. David steps in when Dad is away. When Dad doesnt call, I call David. THANKFULLY! (I think it is because David knows I am a spaz) David has been in touch with the river rafting people down in Moab, who tell David that Dad's trip is a 5 day trip not a 3 day trip which is why we haven't yet heard from Dad. This should be good news right? It is good news, except for now I spin the situation to his medicine! oh my god, his medicine!! He thought it was only going to be 3 days not 5 days!! Did he take enough medicine?!?! and then the tears start flowing again. My Dad is diabetic who needs his meds.
You see, all of this anguish I bring on myself, is a fear of losing my Dad, or someone I love. I know deep down inside that my Dad is okay. But I cant be so sure. I cant let my guard down. I need to hear his voice telling me that he made it off the river, he is okay, and he is now going to sleep for the next 2 days becuase he is exhausted.
I love the fact that I am surrounded by my family, including my wonderful husband who told me he would drive me down to Moab if I wanted him to, where we can all work together and kick dad's butt the minute he is off the river for not counting the days correctly! Or maybe even for signing up for such a dangerous activity anyways! (oh wait, that will probably only be me..) But mostly for the support that Dad will be just fine.
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