Thursday, June 18, 2009
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!!!
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♥
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♥
Monday, June 15, 2009
.....................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.
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.
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......................Through the Years
Top Quality Wedding Flick...Don't ya think?
Our first pictures after we were married. Craig left for Boot Camp two days after this picture.
Pam, Craig, Mindie, Jared
Jared, Pam, Chris, Craig, Mindie
Mindie, Jared, Craig, Chris Becky, Pam
Mindie, Pam, Sarah, Craig, Jared, Becky, Chris
Jared, Craig, Mindie, Chris, Pam, Sarah, Becky
Chris, Craig, Jared, Pam, Bridget, Becky, Jeremy, Sarah, Mindie, Maddie
What can I say.....
Mindie, Jared, Pam, Craig, Sarah, Chris, Becky
So here we are today...okay 3 1/2 years ago and...and yes we are missing a few Grandkkids in this picture and Trevor, but we are working on an update...
