Thursday, July 3, 2008
Cutest Little Boy in the World!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Orem Summerfest Fun!
She made new friends...this poor little girl is looks like she is getting squished!
Dean had lots of fun! He and Chris watched while Brielle and I went on the giant slide, spinning strawberries and swings...Chris said that he is too tall for carnival rides. Apparently they are not made for anyone 6'8''. When we were on the swings (last picture) I felt like my feet were just about to hit some kids waiting in line below us...so every time we went over them I'd lift up my legs. When we got off the ride, Chris said "You seriously almost kicked those kids in the head, imagine if I'd have been on there!"
Dean LOVED watching Brielle on all of the rides! He spent most of the time screaming (happy squeally screams)...this is his new 'thing,' he screams all of the time...LOUDLY...with a huge smile on his face. It really gets crazy when Brielle joins in (which is probably where he learned the screaming/squealing in the first place) and they are both going back and forth!
Have you ever noticed that city carnivals bring out the most interesting people? ...people you don't normally see around town... Two years ago we went to this same carnival and we saw the scariest people there (take into account that we had just moved back from Los Angeles--where we saw our fair share of scary people), I remember that Chris was really 'bothered' that all these weirdo's and scary people were at the kiddie carnival. It was not quite as bad this time. (they put the kiddie rides on one end of the park and the bigger rides on the other end...but there were still quite a few 'interesting characters,' not to mention the teenagers that look...so...gosh I don't even have the right words...I can't believe their parents even let them walk around looking so...sloppy and scary and sleazy and I don't know...WOW, I must be getting old!
Friday, June 6, 2008
Brielle's baby cousin Claire!
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Higher daddy higher!
Friday, May 30, 2008
I Wish You Enough...
Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, 'I love you and I wish you enough'.
The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom'.
They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'.
Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'.
'I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said.
'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?'.
She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. 'When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them'. Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
up and at 'em...
Baby Dean will be 8 months old on Tuesday! I can't believe it!!! He started crawling this week...however he is not satisfied because all he wants to do is walk! He is not happy unless he is pulling himself up and standing! His favorite spot is the ottoman, however he sometimes tries to use doors, stools, drawers etc...all of which have ended badly! The problem is that he pulls himself up and is over confident...he thinks he can stand without holding on and then when he can't balance...he falls over (still in a standing position, rather than just landing on his bottom, he hits his head), he is like a tree...TIMBER! Poor kid. He is terribly frustrated! 
FYI--Brielle is 'sharing' this 'ken doll' with him!
Happy Mothers Day!


