A few important events are happening as we speak -First - My Father is turning 82. Or as George Carlin puts it he has reached 82. A most remarkable feat really and it takes nothing but patience to be able a accomplish this. Dad is an amazing man. He has worked hard all his life to give his family a good life. He loves his family more than anyone and will do just about anything for them. Dad is known as the tractor man in our neighborhood. He loves to mow his lawn. Actually, he loves to putter - and yard work is perfect for puttering. Dad taught me values and gave me the perfect foundation to hear and except the gospel. When I told him that I wanted to join the church , his words to me where - "if you join that church you have to live it". Advice I have always lived by - thanks Dad. It has been 5 years since his heart surgery - hard to believe it has been that long - and he is doing great! A little bit slower maybe and yes, you have to repeat a few things to him, but his big heart is doing great. Give him a call - he would love it.
Next my youngest is turning 23. Ugh!!!!!!! Yes, he has come to accept the fact that all of his brothers and sisters are aloud to do the basic things in life (like grow up) except him. Darren is my son who was born at home. On the couch. And that alone should have warned him that I expected him to stay there. But he has moved on - I am, well, pleased that he has chosen to grow up. He was able to come home for spring break, and that was a short but very nice visit. He brought with him Brittany. Now you know the reason to my previous blog. It was like old times. Kids in the basement playing pool. Getting up at 2 am to turn off the lights that I mistakenly thought they forgot to turn off. Oops - their still up - silly me. But I digress - I am suppose to talk about the kid - when Darren is 50 he will still be - the kid. I miss him finishing my sentences - his making extra "crackers" because he knows I'm going to take one - and his shoveling skills. But I am excited to see what a fine young man he has grown into. Even though it kills me to admit that my baby is 23.
3 comments:
Very sweet. I am loving being able to read what you write. You have a way of writing that is very uniquely you, and it makes you seem not so far away - not that you are sooo far away, but I feel closer to you when I get to read what you've written. Always looking forward to more posts! Oh, and happy birthday to Gramps and D, I love them!
He may be 23, but I think you could make a stronger case for 13.
Love Grandpa and D.
Da
one of these days you all will accept the fact that i am no longer a little teenager. but i do acknowledge the fact that some are trying.
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