A perfect mixture
When I was young, there was nothing cooler than going to work with my Daddy during the summer. Every now and then he would let me come with him to the Dealership where he worked. I loved it because I felt like a "big deal" I sat at his desk, marked on papers that should not be marked on, but most importantly I was able to walk to the other side of the dealership to the vending machines. I LOVED THIS. I remember vividly walking down the long hall and taking forever making my decisions. I tried every drink and gross candy in the machine. One day I found the match, Cheeze-its and Cherry Coke. Got them everyday for months it seems like. I still crave that mix sometimes. It was heavenly. Kind of gross when you think about it, but for some reason I loved it. I hate Cherry Cokes, but for some reason they blended. It worked.
Today marks 9 years. Repeat that 9 YEARS Jamie and I have been married. I can't believe it. Cliche I know, but time flies. The older you are the quicker the years pass, and you just don't know where the days go. I don't remember a lot about life before I married Jamie. Of course some things, but our lives have been so busy and blessed it seems to take over my memory bank. I laughed to myself the other day when I saw Cherry Cokes in a machine. I thought about my mixture as a child. Jamie and I are kind of like Cherry Coke and Cheeze-Its. He's quiet and thoughtful of his words, I'm loud and need to let my head be a little faster than my mouth. He's athletic and loves sports of all kinds, and I have a hard time understanding all the tiny new rules of football and I have no coordination. Jamie remembers every. little. detail. I can't even remember the day of the week. I don't believe Paula Abdul, complete opposites don't attract, but little differences make for the perfect mixture.
I'm so thankful today that my family is complete. Jamie stands as the root of our little family, and I could not ask for a stronger base. He's thoughtful when I need it, he's honest when everyone needs it, and I never doubt for even a second how much he loves us. He's the love so many look for. I am just lucky the Lord gave me mine 9 years ago. Tonight at dinner with 3 handsome fellas I am celebrating not just what I have, but what I don't have. I don't have the worries that so many other hearts do. I know Jamie will be there for me. I know I should be thankful. And I certainly am.
In the absolutely valid truth of one of my favorite country songs, "People only find love like yours and mine, once upon a lifetime."
Happy 9 Years, Jamie.
Thanks for being the Cherry Coke to my Cheeze-Its.
I love you.
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R2 and Vader
I pray that the Lord never let me forget these moments.....
A thought for today
Just thinking today how much I love my mom and my dad. I am thankful for them, and for the love they have given to me. As one and as individuals.
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After seeing a new monster of Scooby Doo (he doesn't watch TV all the time by the way :) Charlie painted a tar monster. I asked him what letter it started with and he said "T!" and then wrote it by himself!!! No joke. I was so proud.
Brady's Steps
This is a month over due! Shame on me, but here is a shot of Brady's first consistent steps. Yes, it's in the rain, and the stinking phone is ringing, and the dogs are barking, beyond that, this is one of the most precious moments of motherhood for me. I can't believe he's walking, and now he's running. :)
Much of a man
Tomorrow marks a day that should be represented everyday.
I am very blessed to have a wonderful father and a wonderful father to my children. In today's society I am reminded almost daily of the slowly fading and old fashioned label of a gentleman. I was raised by a strong, faithful, and hard loving man, and because of this I married a strong, faithful, and hard loving man.
The other day our Preacher was talking at church about how people used to measure men and say that they were, "Much of a man." I smiled. I immediately thought of the man by my side holding a squirmy little one year old and the man that stopped by my house that afternoon just to hug me and my boys. I don't give undue credit. I stopped that long ago. When I say it, I mean it. I am thankful to be able to describe both fathers in my life as "Much of a man." I'll celebrate them tomorrow, but I hope that my love and admiration for both of them will show everyday.
Happy Father's Day, Jamie. Thanks for being the man that I want my children to be, and thanks for living the life I want them to follow behind. There is no one on this earth that I want more to wrestle and snuggle my boys.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy. Thanks for always being there and never letting me forget for even a second how much you love me and my family.
Poor, sad Democrat
After spending many long hours letting Charlie choose Father's Day cards, I had to be the dictator on this one. Can't tell who it's for yet, because they haven't seen it, but long story short, I have a brilliant child with a very good memory.
When he asked as we were checking out why the man on the card was so sad, I just said, "Because he's a democrat."
This was what happened while the card signing occured.....
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When he asked as we were checking out why the man on the card was so sad, I just said, "Because he's a democrat."
This was what happened while the card signing occured.....
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A thought for Thursday (late)
I've been thinking, I don't believe it is WHAT you do to and for others that matters the most, but what your INTENTIONS are while doing them.
Remember, my thoughts are worth what they cost to hear them..... :)
Happy 20-something, Tiff!
Long overdue, but much needed.
Happy (late) Birthday to my best friend and sister, Tiffany! I hope 29 feels as good as it has for the past 3 years :) I am so thankful for her and that she'll always be older despite her denials.
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Quote of the Day
Charlie's been very sick this afternoon. I walked into the den and Charlie and Jamie are playing a computer game and Charlie is squirming out of his seat.
Me: "Charlie, do you need to potty?"
Charlie: "No, I don't need to go."
Me: "Jamie, how long has he been playing that game?"
Jamie: "Heather, I grew up in a house with Conard Ward where sick kids do whatever they want and nobody makes them stop even to pee."
(If you know my father-in-law you will appreciate this:)
Bug Catching
Today we went on a short bug catching escapade with our cousin, Cheynie. It was a blast, so I thought I would share.
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| Brady and our sleepy buddy, Colt. |
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Camping in Cherokee
Now and then it's good to pause in
our pursuit of happiness and just be happy. - Guillaume Apollinaire
Jamie and I have been caught in the rush. We've had so much going on the past months, parties, birthdays, home improvements, appointments, and on....one night we finally decided we needed to get away. I am NOT I repeat, NOT a fan of hotels and young children. Just too much to worry and stress over. For years now on and off Jamie has talked about his childhood summer visits to the Cherokee Indian Reservation camping. Turns out his old stomping grounds has new owners and is awesome. We booked our site, threw everything we own in the truck and went to Happy Holidays Campground. Charlie was so excited to get to "The Camping Ground." I was so excited when we pulled in. Jamie slung the tent up in no time flat, and we hit the pool wide open. All of us. It was so much fun. We also fished in the pond. Charlie actually caught and reeled in his first fish all by himself! Unfortunately I was not one of those rocking outdoorsey women who whipped out a four course meal on a skillet or open flame, so we ate out at dinner. Jamie and I were nervous just because it was a first for our family, you know, all of us in a tent, outside, not in our yard. It went perfectly. I slept better than I usually do with 3 boys in my Queen sized bed. :) Charlie played with his light-sabers in the tent until he literally fell over. Not lots of marshmellow roasting until later in the weekend. We crashed. We spent some time looking and shopping in town on and off all weekend. Charlie and Brady got an indian souvenir. Charlie got a bow and arrow and a knife (which by the way, he appointed Jamie the official "knifer" and shared with only him) and Brady got a drum. Charlie shot everything within 15 yards of the tent including ducks, which I think offended our PETA seeming neighbors, but cracked me up. Brady also busted some moves while beating the drum. While we were there the campground had live music. The boys loved it. Brady clapped and danced while Charlie slowly made his move toward the gameroom. We walked a lot. The boys loved riding in the wagon, and it put B to sleep 90% of the time.
Fun, fun. Yes. It was the most fun I have had in as long as I can remember. We smelled (although we did shower) we were leafy, I had terrible hair, and we never sat down. When we loaded up and were driving up the mountains home I had a few silent minutes. I realized then how special these days had been. Just us. Just our family. We left as much of the world behind as possible. We enjoyed each other. Time slips away too quickly, and I know this precious time spent together won't last forever. We didn't rest....at all, but the time we spent laughing and romping together was priceless. I mean no amount of money could ever buy it. I was in love, all over again. Our tiny, messy tent was filled with more than grass and bugs. It's those moments no one understands and the ones that are too precious to even talk about.
Bottom line. We camped. We survived. We loved it.
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