HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH

Sarah is the baby of the family. She was our Christmas gift in 1984. Sarah arrived on December 23 and we brought her home on Christmas Eve. We had bought her a little red jogging type of outfit…that was back in the day when you did not know what you were having so we had to choose something that would work for either a boy or a girl. We dressed her in that suit and put a big red bow on her head and put her under the tree. That year I had made all the kids Cabbage Patch dolls and she was not left out. We knew that chances were good that she would arrive before Christmas so I had to be prepared. He doll was bald because we did not know what gender it needed to be and it was bigger than she was. As special as it was to have a new baby at Christmas, it proved a challenge to celebrate it through the coming years. Rule #1 was that December 23 was her birthday and no matter what you had left to do to prepare for Christmas, we all stopped and celebrated her birthday. Rule #2 was that Birthday and Christmas gifts were not combined and Rule #3 was that Birthday gifts were wrapped in Birthday Wrap and not Christmas Wrap. I am not sure if those were all her doing…I might have to take a credit for no Christmas Wrapping Paper. Not only did she have to have her Birthday on it's exact day…she for some reason thought she should also celebrate her birthday on Becky's which is in June.
None the less she has been a joy in our lives. She looked like a cute little Blonde Pixy Doll. Her Grandpa Bagley used to look at her and say ”She is such a pretty baby.” That was a statement I don’t think anyone could argue with…not that they would dare to argue with Grandpa Bagley if they did not agree.
Sarah liked to be invited to the party…She would never go to bed at night because she was afraid that something would happen and she might miss out. She liked to be the star…Where ever we would go she would insist that lots of pictures and videos were taken of her…actually mostly videos. EXAMPLE: We would go to Yellowstone and as we walked around and looked at the sights the camera had to be on recording her while she described each particular sight…and when she had no description left to give…we were treated with a commercial of some kind. An annual event at Moon Lake was her and Donavon and Cameron filming documentaries about the area. She and her friends would spend hours making movies.
Sarah loved to dance. She danced from the time that she was a little girl till she was 17.
She did well in school…if only I could get her to go. From preschool on she would do almost anything to stay home from school. By the time she was in Middle and High School she had it figured out. Frequently I would drop her off at school, go around the block and drive back to the school only to find her leaving. I found out only a couple of years ago that she would also let me think she had gone to school. She would walk out the front door then go around to the front of the house and climb in Christopher's bedroom window and spend the day watching TV until it was time for her to come home…then she would climb out the window and walk through the front door. I worked a night shift so I slept all day and had no idea she was at home.
Sarah was very social…she always had lots of friends…girls and boys…went to tons of school dances and would never wear the same dress even though they were often at different schools.
After she graduated from High School she did not date anyone special…just hung out a lot. She claimed boys did not ask girls out any more. Then one day Trevor called and asked her out on a date…It was all over then…No more hanging out with anyone…just dating Trevor. They were married in December…of course…is there any other month during the year? Then just before their second anniversary…in December of course, they had a darling little girl - Anna Kate.
It is so fun to watch Sarah as she has grown from a little girl, partying and making movies to a beautiful wife and mother. I love that she wants to sew and bake and make cakes and do all the things she has watched me do. We love you Sarah and are so very proud of the woman that you have become. Happy Birthday!!!

THANKSGIVING 2009

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays.
There is so much that we take for granted and this gives us a reason to stop and contimplate what we really have been blessed with.
Number one on my list is my husband and my family, and the health we all enjoy.
The events of this year has made me appreciate that more than ever.
I am so thankful for the testimony that each of my children have, that they are all active in the church and teaching their children to gain that same testimony.
I am thankful that they all live close enough that we can arrange times to be all together. I am thankful that, although we all have trials...and some more than others, that we have all been blessed with the temporal things we need as well as the spiritual necessities of life.
For the first time in several years we had our entire family together. With everyone having another family to share Thanksgiving with it seems that 1 or 2 families were always missing. This year the kids managed to all be on the same schedule. But with everyone together, it did present one complicaton...how would we all fit.
Craig and I have been on a very long and very slow construction project in our basement which will hopefully remedy this "no where it fit everyone" situation.
We have removed the wall between the bedrooms and are making one room that we will all fit into so that on birthdays and holidays we have somewhere that we can all sit down and eat together.
Goal was to have it complete for Thanksgiving dinner.
Jeremy came down from Idaho for a day and he, Jared and Chris all helped Craig frame and get up the walls, but there just wasn't enough time to get the finish work and painting done.
Not only did the room not make it, but because of work going on for that room the family room is full of closet doors, 2x4s and a piles of other multiple items...therefore even if we could, by some chance, fit a table in our living room that would hold everyone...which we can not...there was no place for anyone to go before or after dinner.
So Chris and Megan offered their house for Thanksgiving Dinner.
That is always a little more work because there is so much to haul down to their house and I have not, as of yet, given into paper for Thanksgiving. Now don't get your hope up kids with the "as of yet" remark...I have no plans of going to paper plates.
Chris and Megan's house was great. We had 24 of us for dinner, all our family and Rob's mom, Dena. There was lots of room for the kids to race and run...which they did, and lots of room for TV and visiting...So Thanks Chris and Megan for sharing your home with us!!!
We had our traditional dinner which includes turkey, stuffing, ham, funeral potatoes, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, cheesy cauliflower, rolls, pumpkin pie, apple pie and chocolate pie.
I am pretty sure that everyone had plenty to eat.
Anna had her first pickle, as you will see in the pictures below and drooled a bit of her roll, while Straton just chilled and watched us all wondering what this was all about.
Rather than having to mingle between parents, the other 9 grandkids had their own table this year. They are all growing up too fast.
Mindie topped off the day with a gallbladder attack, but is doing better. This did, however, prompt her to finally go in to have this condition, which has been going on for sometime, checked out.
All in all...it was a pretty great day!!!
Thanks kids for sharing it with us.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTOPHER

Today is Christopher's Birthday.
He was born, I should say finally born, on September 29, 1977 at about 5:00 am in the morning, exactly two weeks to the day later than he was suppose to be. Chris was named after his Grandfather, Christopher Don Wintle. His Grandfather's name was Donald Franklin Bagley. Chris was a Daddy's boy from the beginning. When he was a little over a year old he began getting sick a lot. He would get tonsillitis about once a month and run very high temperatures. A few times his temp was so high that the doctor would put him into the hospital. When he was 22 months old the doctor decided that his tonsils would never get better so they took them out. I remember in the hospital right after he woke up from surgery Craig decided that he needed to go home and take care of a few things. Chris screamed so hard for his dad that I had to call him to come back. He would always call his dad "My Friend Daddy". When he was 3 we did a little play at Grandma and Grandpa Bagley's for Father's Day. Chris's part was about a daddy giraffe. He said: "Daddy Giraffe's as tall as a tree, My Friend Daddy's tall, he's twice as tall as me." I don't think I will ever forget that.
Christopher liked to dump his food on his head. Whenever we would have spaghetti or oatmeal or anything like that, I would turn around and find his bowl on top of his head and his food running down his face.
In the summer I could not get him to take a nap, but I would always find that he had laid down in the middle of the drive way and gone to sleep.
For Famous People Day in Elementary School he was Martin Luther King. We painted his face black as part of his costume for his report. A few years ago I was going through some pictures and found a little black boy and it took a while to realize that it was Chris.
When he was in 6th grade I was incharge of the birthdays at his Elementary School. The school mascot was the Crescent Cub. So once a month he would dress up in a blue cub suit and go with me and pass pencils out to the kids who had had birthday's that month.
Christopher loved sports from the very beginning. I can remember when he had a bottle he would bend over and throw it through his legs to his dad like a football. He loved to hit things…anything. Anything he could pick up and swing he would swing. One day when he was very young, I don't think he was even in kindergarten, Craig was playing baseball with him. He swung at the ball and hit it pretty hard for a little kid. Craig yelled at him to run telling him that he had hit a home run. Chris took off running and ran around the house.
He played soccer and little league base ball as soon as he was old enough to do so. Everyone was always amazed at the talent he had. He played basket ball in Jr. High and in High School he played on Jordan's Baseball team. His sports, whether it was soccer, basket ball or baseball, always caused a little conflict between he and his dad. Craig was so excited about the talent that Chris had that he could not contain himself. Chris would get so upset at him that I wondered what had happened to that feeling of friendship for his dad he had when he was young. I wondered if he would ever get along with him again. But he and Craig officiate basket ball from time to time and that I do believe has brought that friendship back to them.
The thing that I think that I love to watch in Chris most is the love he has for his family. He often calls just to tell us about some of the cute things that his children have done. It is so obvious that he loves them and is thrilled with their actions.
Chris may have given us a few worrisome times during his growing up years, but we are so proud of the man he has become. He is a great father and husband and had grown to be so spiritually strong. We love you Chris. Happy Birthday!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED

Today is the Birthday of our first born child…Jared Craig Wintle. Jared was born on September 23, 1973 in the Cottonwood Hospital in Murray Utah. How excited we were to have a child and especially to have a son. I grew up with big sisters, but no big brother, and I always wanted one. So, I was really excited that the rest of my children would have a big brother to watch over and protect them.
Jared was a quiet, rather shy child. He was the kind of child that you could have a dozen or so of and never be bothered. I remember I was excited when he made friends because he was so quiet. Greg Oakeson was his first friend. They were friends from the time they were 2 or 3 years old. One day they wondered off together and Greg's dad found them across the other side of the rail road tracks. A chain link fence was put up around the yard that summer.
He is a great combination of the men around him. He looks so very much like his Grandpa Wintle; much of his personality comes from his Dad (some of which can be a little tormenting, but for the most part it is very very good) and then he got his love for animals from his Grandpa Bagley. Jared has always loved animals. When we would go to my parents house he would head straight up the hill to see Dad's chickens. When he was just young his Grandpa Bagley gave him some chickens. He loved those chickens and I think one of the highlights in his young life was when he entered one in the County Fair. His chicken received a 2nd Place ribbon. Of course it got some disease from the other chickens at the fair and died not long after he brought it back home…but he was still very proud that it had received that 2nd Place Ribbon. He loved dogs. When he was around 12 he begged for a dog. I told him when he could provide a kennel for one he could have one. So he and Greg went to work and built a kennel out of old pallets or some kind of scrap wood. It was awful, but what could I do…I had not specified what kind of kennel, just said a kennel. So Jared got a dog. I must say he has been through several dogs during his life. Still has dogs and yes, chickens too. I can just imagine that his Grandpa Bagley just looks down and smiles at him, proud as ever.
When Jared was in 1st grade he broke his arm. He would try to hide his arm because he did not want anyone to see it. He absolutely would not allow anyone to sign their name on his cast.
In third grade, for Famous People Day he was Louis Pasteur. I can remember him working so hard on that report and memorizing it so that he could tell the class about him. We made him a beard so that he could look like him when he did his report. For some reason that was a really big deal to him.
When Jared was in 5th grade he decided that someone was going to poison him. So he would have to take lunch from home. His lunch box went into his book bag which was pad locked and that is how it stayed until lunch time. Fortunately his teacher, Mrs. Summers, was a very wise person and helped him get over that. I think he will be teased his entire life about locking his lunch in his book bag.
Jared played the baritone in band at Mt. Jordan Jr. High and did very well. His teacher would talk about how he had learned so fast and how great he was doing. His sophomore year he played in the marching band at Jordan. Well, at least he played for a while. After marching at 2 or 3 football games he decided it was not cool, so he transferred out.
Jared continued to be shy. He never asked a girl to a school dance until the last dance of his senior year and then I had to bribe him into asking Megan Simon to a dance and I had to pay for the date as well.
The one thing he did that totally surprised us all was when he and Greg agreed to dance in the Church Dance Festival at the Salt Palace.
After graduation, he met Bridget and all that changed.
He has grown up to become a wonderful husband and provider and the best Dad a child could possibly have. I love to watch him with his children…the way he interacts with them, the patience his displays with then and the great love that radiates for them.
Jared, I cannot express how proud we are of the man you have become. We love you so very much. Happy Birthday!!!

.....................Summer 2009

Summer has come and gone and I have not put one thing on my blog. I am not sure when I will figure out that it takes less time if I do this one event at a time instead of all at once…probably never. Anyway, here is an attemptto catch up on "The Summer of 09". .....Scroll on down and enjoy our summer with us.

The first event of summer is usually Memorial Day and we, like most, go to visit the graves. It is not an organized event, just whoever can come comes. The kids always enjoy the Murray Cemetary where they can climb on the old cannon by Grandma and Grandpa Bagley's grave. We usually end our visits at Cassidy's Grave Site where we can sit and talk for a while. I am amazed at the closeness all the kids seem to have with her, even though they have never known her on this earth.
June 10 was the day for Craig's first surgery. Three years ago Craig tore his meniscus at the Post Office. Finally - three years and 5 months later they agreed to pay for the surgery to correct the tear. Craig will love that I have published pictures of him…especially the ones from the hospital or should I say hospitals…He was really funny coming out of the anesthetic. He was so kind to everyone and just kept telling me how much he appreciated me taking my day to be with him. His knee is doing a lot better…He no longer has a legitimate excuse not to walk with me…however he still tries to come up with them

Tuachan

For Christmas last year Craig and I gave our five children and their spouses tickets to see "Footloose" at the Tuachan Theater in St. George. So 10 days after Craig's knee surgery we left all the kids with other Grandparents or other loving relatives and the twelve adults of the family headed for St. George for the weekend. We just kind of paired up and all did our own thing until Saturday night. I wanted to make sure that Craig got plenty of exercise for his knee, so Friday we took him to Las Vegas to walk the stripe. Of course he complained to everyone…but then he admitted to me that he felt like the walking was actually good for his knee. We all met at Tuachan for dinner and the play Saturday night.
One of the highlights of the evening was the mechanical bull. Unfortunately the light is not really good in those pictures…but you can still tell who it is and see the effect …and yes, I was a poop…I just was too chicken to let go and fall. Before the play we did some pictures of each couple with me and Craig.
The sky threatened rain, but we only got a few drops and then it cleared up and turned out to be really great weather. I think we all had a great time…hopefully is will be one that they will all want to do again sometime.

Surgery Number Two

In the spring Craig, with a little prompting from Jared…okay…a lot of prompting from Jared…went to see John Richards for a physical. His blood work came back with a PSA count that was a little above normal. Then with some additional, very strong prompting, from Bridget this time, he went to see an urologist…Dr. Clark. He did a biopsy on Craig's prostate and found that he had Prostrate Cancer. He went in for surgery to have his prostrate removed on June 29, 2009. We were blessed to have all our children and grandchildren here on the Sunday before. We all fasted for Craig and then celebrated Rebecca's, Kailee's, Payton's and Maddie's birthdays. That gave us the opportunity to get a good picture of Craig with all the grandkids. The surgery went well. Craig had a few rough days in the hospital, but nothing serious. By Friday he was feeling great and was ready to go home…He was released on Saturday, July 4 and has recovered very well. It was found that the cancer was all contained within the prostrate. We are very grateful for all the love and blessings that we have received. We received a lot of calls and concern from ward members. We also had some of the young men and their dads come over and mow the grass for us…but of all the love and caring we received there is one moment that we will never forget at our house and I think a couple of other homes will be laughing about this for a long time to come. On the Sunday after Craig came home we were blessed to have 2 young men and one of there leaders show up at our door with the sacrament. That is an opportunity that we have never experienced before. I went up to our room and asked Craig if he wanted them to come up to the bedroom or if he wanted to come down.
He said he would come down. Well…he came down the stairs with his loosely tied pajama pants and a t shirt on. They were about to bless the sacrament when I looked over and noticed that Craig's pajama pants had fallen down. The boys reacted great to that…at least until after the sacrament had been blessed and given to us…then we all had a good laugh and yes…we are still laughing.

Sundance and North Fork of the Duchesne

Because of Craig's surgery we missed the Family Moon Lake trip, but took the opportunity to go on a couple of others. The first was just visiting Sarah and Trevor when they were camping up by Sundance. We only got pictures of Anna that night…but then she was the cutest one there. Over the 24th of July we went with Chris and Megan and Sarah and Trevor to the North Fork of the Duchesne. Craig grew up going to the North Fork with his family so this is a really special place for him to go…brings back a lot of memories.

Cousin's Sleepover

One of our annual events…okay this is the second time we have done it…but it is going to annual…is to have all the grandkids over…yes all at once…for a sleep over. We made sock dolls and tin can lanterns because my kids all missed being able to do that at Moon Lake. We set up the tent in the back yard, roast hot dogs and make smores and then we all sleep out in the tent. Well most of us sleep out in the tent. Craig seems to have memory lapses and momentarily thinks he has a meeting in the morning so he has to sleep inside. Then claims in the morning that he just couldn't remember if he had a meeting…but he didn't. Anna and Straton were not able to stay overnight this year.…too young, but they were at Sage's Birthday Party. We look forward to when they are old enough.
The highlight of this sleepover is walking into church with all nine kids. They were pretty quiet…they just can't stay in their seats. We ended the day by celebrating Sage's birthday. We really did have a great time.

FISH LAKE

We ended our summer with a trip to Fish Lake. Craig and I went down there on Saturday, August 29th and spent the first few days with Judy and Gene in a camp site just past Johnson's Reservoir. Jared and his friend Daison were down there hunting so they stayed with us on Saturday night. Then on Thursday, Jared came back down with Joshua and Bailee. Bridget and Sage and Trevor, Sarah and Anna came late Friday afternoon.
Becky and Rob came down and spent Sunday with us. The only thing that would have made the trip better is to have had Chris and Mindie and their families join us.
We came home on Labor Day, but left the trailer and Jared's truck and 2 of his four wheelers up there because he and Craig were going back down there hunting 3 days later…which is where they are right now.

MY SWEETHEART

I have been lucky enough to have been blessed with 2 wonderful men in my life.
And as Father’s Day approaches I want to honor both of them.
The first is Craig - my husband and the father of my children.
I love him so much…How blessed I am to have him in my life.
I met Craig on a blind date…
Dawn was dating his Uncle Darrell and Craig had just returned from a mission in Australia…no one like the girl he was dating…so they lined us up on a blind date.
I did not want to go as Dawn had lined me up with a few guys and they could all be classified as “worst dates ever”…but because of the situation I agreed to go.
I was told his name was Craig Winthrop, he was blind in one eye and going to dental school…I was not excited. However that description was not accurate.
He came to the door and all changed. I thought he looked like Ryan O’neal.
(If you watch his slide you will see one picture that slightly resembles Ryan O’neal)
It was love at first sight…at least for me. It took a 2 or 3 months to convince him…but finally he was caught. Life has not been without squabbles and struggles…but I can honestly say I have never regretted that catch in my life.
Craig is a great Dad. He has never been afraid to have fun…I was always the party poop in our house. His children are so important in his life. As they were growing up, he loved taking them fishing, hunting, to their ball games. Sometimes I think they would have rather had him stay home from their ball games. But there was no keeping him away…There was nothing he loved more than to watch them play ball…Soccer, baseball, basketball…or whatever. He loved anything a kid loved…I think that is why they got along with him so well.
He was always willing to sit through the girls dance recitals…they were not quite as exciting as a ball game to him…as a matter of fact he suffered during any dance that his daughter was not in.
He was not just their dad…he was their friend.
Craig is an awesome Grandpa…He worries more about his grandchildren than he ever worried about his own…I think that is caused by finally growing up.
Craig always has a funny story and everyone loves to hear them…from jumping off the house onto the tramp and breaking his tail bone to his jeep driving down the street without him…and about a thousand in between.
Craig is sensitive…he cries at a movie long before I do.
Shopping is hard, actually it is tortuous for him, but I love it when he does it for me.
A while ago when trying to figure out what to get me for Christmas he told one of the kids that he just wanted to get me something that would make me feel like a million bucks. I loved that…He is so cute.
He however did love shopping for me for Mother’s Day…He gave me my very own gun…it is kind of a cute one too.
Craig is a hard worker. Most of our married life he has worked more than one job to make ends meet. I don’t know if he realizes how much that means to me…It makes me sad sometimes that he always had to work so hard
Craig is spiritual…I love to see him study the scriptures…and he loves doing that. Church history is among his favorite things...I marvel at how much he knows and how well he understands.
I could go on forever…He is the best…
I Love you Craig…HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!

MY DAD

My Dad…How can I possibly describe him…Handsome, Generous, Loving, Spiritual, Strong, Sensible, Supportive, Gentle, Considerate, Mender, Protective, Respected by all and so much more.
I have so many great memories of my dad.
Dad never told me what to do, but he had this way of making you want to do what he felt was right without actually telling you to do it. I think part of it was that great respect he gained from everyone who knew him.….having been a Bishop in Murray for many years, it seemed he knew everyone. I remember when I was in High School, every time some one would call and ask me out, I would of course ask him if I could go…he in turn would call their Bishop. Then he would come to me and say: "Sis" If you knew what just found out about this young man you would not want to go with him." My verbal response would be…"Okay" but my mind was thinking: "I wouldn't???????" I think I probably
He loved nature. Among the treasures of his that I have in my possession is a tape of birds singing. We had gone to Big River on our way to the Grand Canyon and then had stopped in Bryce National Park on the way home. All along the way he carried his little hand held tape recorder and every time he would hear a bird chirping or singing out came the recorder. I loved watching Jared wonder around the field when he had his horse…checking the fence and the gate and just puttering around the pasture…It was just like watching Dad.
Dad could fix anything. Nothing ever lost it’s value until it absolutely could not be repaired.
If you were to ask Craig what memory he had of Dad…he would probably recite the story of being at Moon Lake and the annual Steak Fry. Craig bumped into dad’s arm somehow and caused him to drop his steak on the ground. Dad just looked at Craig and said: “Ah Hell” and went into the camper…He did not come out the rest of the night.
Although a very serious man…he could be kind of silly.
He cut his own hair for as long as I can remember. It was gray…closer to white…also as long as I could remember. He wore the top quite long and combed it back. He used to pull it forward and it would fall down past his nose. I thought that was the funniest thing ever. That was one thing he continued on with the grandkids and they loved it. I can remember them begging him to pull his hair down.
I miss him…He could always make things better…He may not have been able to change things…but he could always make it better. He had just the right words to say…just the right approach…just the right spirit.
I remember being in Yellowstone and feeling sick. I was laying on the bed in the cabin and Dad started to laugh this silly laugh and he just kept laughing until he made me forget that I thought I was sick and started laughing with him.
One time while Craig and I were dating I had invited him to go to the Ponderosa fishing on Labor Day. Sunday night he called and said that he could not go…his own father wanted him to go fishing with him. I was crushed. I had a car stereo that another guy had given me and because I was dating Craig I had chosen not to put it in my car.
As I stood there with my broken heart and cried…Dad looked at me and said: “Hey let’s go put that stereo that that nice young man gave you in your car. We were out there until I think 2:00 in the morning putting that stereo in my car.
I remember one winter when I did not have a coat that looked very good. One day Dad walked into my house and held up a hundred dollar bill and said: “Hey sis, look what I found out in the drive way…it had a note on it that said a new coat for Pam.”
Another time we had been out to get firewood, the lug nuts on the wheel of our truck came off as we were driving around Deer Creek Reservoir. The damage was such that we needed a whole new wheel. Dad showed up at our door with a bottle full of 50 cent pieces that he had been saving…just enough for a new wheel.
He was so unselfish…Had he been a millionaire none of us would have wanted for a thing.
Dad made everyone feel like he was their best friend. Craig always said that he felt like he was his favorite son in law…but as Dad’s funeral one of the men who spoke said:
“Don Bagley made everyone feel like he was their best friend.” Craig just looked at me and smiled…then whispered…”That is what I thought…guess I was wrong.”
If there was one thing I was raised with it was the knowledge that I was loved.
I never left the house without being told: “I love you sis.” I treasure that memory.
I knew without even the slightest doubt that my father loved me…that he loved me enough…that if necessary…he would give his life for me.
Oh how I miss you Dad. We will all remember you on this Father’s Day…The great man that you are…The great legacy that you left for us. I Love you Dad…HAPPY FATHER’S DAY♥

.....................HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECKY

Becky is our fourth child. She was born June 15, 1980. The 15th was Father's Day that year…so I should have known she would be a Daddy's girl and that she is. There is a very special something between the two of them…
Becky was supposed to be a boy. From the very beginning…everyone said she was a boy.
But one night, when I was about 6 months pregnant, Mindie and I were home alone and she said to me: "Momma, Heavenly Father did not come down and tell me, but I know our baby is a sister." I spent the next 3 months trying to convince Mindie that her sister was not a sister, but was indeed a brother. I cannot tell you how excited I was on that Father's Day when I delivered a little girl. We did not have a name picked out for a girl and someone asked Mindie what we were naming her new sister and she said Rebecca Marie…and so we did.
Although we had our sister…she was a little bit of a Tom Boy, which her father loved.
He loved to take her to her ball games…I am not sure if she like him taking her…he seemed to cause a little commotion… when she was playing on the high school team she finally had to ask him not sit by the team…it bothered her coach. Still they have a very special relationship…every girl should be so lucky. He loved to take her and her girlfriends camping and fishing and just about anywhere they would go with him…That is still one of the things he loves. He lights up when she enters the room.
I tried the dancing thing with her for a while…and it went well…but still she loved the sports. To this day her favorite things to do are to go golfing with her husband and watch the fights. Not many husbands are fortunate enough to have a wife that loves those things…Rob, you are one lucky guy. Not only does she love the things you love, she has a love for you that is undeniable to any one watching the two of you.
Becky is truly an amazing person.
No matter what her situation in life was, or what standards her friends were keeping…she always held to hers. Her testimony radiates from her very being and she is an example to anyone who gets to know her.
Becky is the most loving, giving, generous person I know. No matter what she may be going through…her concern is you and whatever your needs are.
And her talent…it is extraordinaire!!! One day I just know she will be a famous writer. That is her dream…to write…and I know one day she will accomplish that dream.
Becs has a great relationship with her brothers and sisters…I think she has a little of each one tied to her heart…and how could you help it. If you ask anyone of her 12 nieces and nephews who their favorite aunt was, they would tell you Becky. And there is reason for that. She is so loving, so supportive and so genuine with each one of them…they know, without question that she loves them.
We, her mom and dad, could not be more proud of her. You are Beautiful in absolutely every way. How blessed we are to have her be a part of our lives.
Becky, we love you…Happy Birthday.