This above all,--to thine own self be true; and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man."
It would appear that following the rules that I set for myself I have allowed a very small amount of time to blog. Not that I need to, but what's the point of having one if you never use it? Nevertheless I have been true to them!
I've decided to blog about one of my very favorite pictures of all time....
Joey, Jake, Jason, Carly, Casey and Carrie.
This was taken on a trip to Lake Powell.
Now that I have moved on and have my own family I don't see these guys as often as I'd like to. They are great people. They have their struggles and trials, but they are amazing people full of talent and potential. I don't think there exists a more loyal group of siblings. This, to me, is the single greatest argument for having a big family.
I started this post with a quote that was meant to reference my loyalty to my rules that I had set, but I realize that among this group it is when I am most comfortable being my true self. They never judge me or gossip about me. They tell it like it is and I love that about them.
I love you guys.
P.S. Could you find another group of six siblings (3 boys, 3 girls) who's average height is 6'3"? No, no you can't.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
With a little help from my friends
It was overwhelming to me to see how family and friends rallied around Sarah and our family last week; Dinners, baby-sitting, cards, prayers and a multitude of phone calls.
Good friends act very similar to family and good family I always consider friends. I lump both groups into one big group of people that I am grateful for.
This is a short blog post, but a very necessary one. I'll leave you with one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies:
"Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends."
Though the trials, sadness and tough times occupy a portion of our lives, they are the minority. Concentrating on the blessings and happiness I realize it really is a wondeful life.
Good friends act very similar to family and good family I always consider friends. I lump both groups into one big group of people that I am grateful for.
This is a short blog post, but a very necessary one. I'll leave you with one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies:
"Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends."
Though the trials, sadness and tough times occupy a portion of our lives, they are the minority. Concentrating on the blessings and happiness I realize it really is a wondeful life.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
A mother's love
I can still remember when my son Tres was born. My thought was profound and complex... "holy crap I have a kid"!!! I remember holding Tres and knowing that whoever I was before him didn't matter at all. I was his dad now and I needed to be a different man. Tres finished what Sarah started; he turned me into a man who would do anything for his family because his family was now everything. Ellie and Rock confirmed that a 2nd and 3rd time. I love my family and I give everything I can for them.
I learned yesterday that what I'm capable of giving doesn't come close to what my wife gives. What my dad did for me doesn't come close to what my mom did for me. Subsequently what any father does for his children is minimal compared to what a mother does. I don't mean to minimize a father's role. It is pivotal in the life of a child. What I mean to say is.... well I'm not sure what I mean to say, just roll with me for a bit.
When Tres was born I began loving him. It was instant and it was strong, but previous to that I was excited for him, but I was still just the same old me, nothing had changed yet. Sarah began loving Tres the moment she decided she wanted to one day be a mother. I know that better now because I understand more what a woman sacrifices for her child. Physically a child ravages a woman's body. The actual labor aside, there are stretch marks, swelling, sickness beyond compare....whole books have been written on what a woman should be prepared for in the 40 weeks she is pregnant. After that comes something that men can not comprehend. Geez I'm glad it's something we can't comprehend!
So that's it, right? 40 physical weeks followed by labor and then you have a child to love. Wrong. A mother's love started before she was pregnant, grew stronger when she decides to get pregnant (a painfully emotional and expensive experience beyond measure for some) and continues to grow as the baby grows inside of her. There is a bond there that I can only see. I saw it yesterday and it breaks my heart to see it end.
I've heard statistics that say that 1 out of every 5 or 6 pregnancies will end in miscarriage. So I ask you, what kind of person would invest so much at such poor odds!? Only a mother.
I will admit that my wife is extraordinary. Even now, especially now, that our children are growing and getting older she still gives all of who she is to her family. It's impressive to see her teach our children, play with them, pray with them and it fills me with joy to see how much my kids love her in return. She has bad days, but even on the bad days she is amazing. I'm reminded daily that I am one lucky guy! My goal in this post is to make sure the other fathers see this in their wives too and to make sure the mothers know that their work is heavenly and I am positive that they have heavenly support.
I love Sarah. She is beautiful. Physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally beautiful. She loves me and gives fully of herself to me and our children.
So what I'm trying to say I'll let be said by someone who could say it better. "Now they never had fought, yet they did not fear death; and they did think more upon the liberty of their fathers than they did upon their lives; yea, they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them.
And they rehearsed unto me the words of their mothers, saying: We do not doubt our mothers knew it."
My mother knew. My wife knows. From that I know my children will know as well and I don't think there could be a greater love than that.
I learned yesterday that what I'm capable of giving doesn't come close to what my wife gives. What my dad did for me doesn't come close to what my mom did for me. Subsequently what any father does for his children is minimal compared to what a mother does. I don't mean to minimize a father's role. It is pivotal in the life of a child. What I mean to say is.... well I'm not sure what I mean to say, just roll with me for a bit.
When Tres was born I began loving him. It was instant and it was strong, but previous to that I was excited for him, but I was still just the same old me, nothing had changed yet. Sarah began loving Tres the moment she decided she wanted to one day be a mother. I know that better now because I understand more what a woman sacrifices for her child. Physically a child ravages a woman's body. The actual labor aside, there are stretch marks, swelling, sickness beyond compare....whole books have been written on what a woman should be prepared for in the 40 weeks she is pregnant. After that comes something that men can not comprehend. Geez I'm glad it's something we can't comprehend!
So that's it, right? 40 physical weeks followed by labor and then you have a child to love. Wrong. A mother's love started before she was pregnant, grew stronger when she decides to get pregnant (a painfully emotional and expensive experience beyond measure for some) and continues to grow as the baby grows inside of her. There is a bond there that I can only see. I saw it yesterday and it breaks my heart to see it end.
I've heard statistics that say that 1 out of every 5 or 6 pregnancies will end in miscarriage. So I ask you, what kind of person would invest so much at such poor odds!? Only a mother.
I will admit that my wife is extraordinary. Even now, especially now, that our children are growing and getting older she still gives all of who she is to her family. It's impressive to see her teach our children, play with them, pray with them and it fills me with joy to see how much my kids love her in return. She has bad days, but even on the bad days she is amazing. I'm reminded daily that I am one lucky guy! My goal in this post is to make sure the other fathers see this in their wives too and to make sure the mothers know that their work is heavenly and I am positive that they have heavenly support.
I love Sarah. She is beautiful. Physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally beautiful. She loves me and gives fully of herself to me and our children.
So what I'm trying to say I'll let be said by someone who could say it better. "Now they never had fought, yet they did not fear death; and they did think more upon the liberty of their fathers than they did upon their lives; yea, they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them.
And they rehearsed unto me the words of their mothers, saying: We do not doubt our mothers knew it."
My mother knew. My wife knows. From that I know my children will know as well and I don't think there could be a greater love than that.
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