Friday, February 5, 2010
Thirty-five years ago today Mindie came into our lives…and they would never be the same…nor would we want them to be. Mindie was born around 2:00 in the morning and weighed about 7 pounds 2 ounces. So she started out well…but she remained very small.
One morning when she was 16 months old she woke up very early and was a little cranky all day. I figured that was normal since she had woke up very early that day. I put her down for a nap around noon and at about 2:00 pm she woke up crying and threw up…not violently and not a lot…but she was a little bit warm. Something inside of clicked and I was in a panic. I called the doctor and told them that I needed to bring her in immediately and them I called my mother crying and asked he to come and tend Jared and the children that I was tending that day so I could take Mindie to the doctors. She asked what was wrong and I felt somewhat foolish as I explained that she was a little warm and had thrown up her bottle. I figured I had had a bit of an over reaction. Mom came over and me and Mindie left for the doctors. That was in the day before car seats were the law, matter of fact they were not even a big deal. I put her on the front seat and away we went to the doctors. She just sat there with her head kind of drooping down and was a little pale. We went into see the doctor and he really could not find anything wrong with her. I remember him snapping this little thing trying to get her to look down and she would not do it. He told me to take her over to the hospital which was about 2 blocks from his office and he would follow us over there. He wanted to take a spinal tap and check for spinal meningitis. I did not know much about spinal meningitis, but it did not sound like something we wanted to have. He told me that he was going to draw fluid from her spine and that it would take about an hour for the results. I called Craig and was waiting for him to get to the hospital when the doctor came out and looked at me and said she has it and then he started snapping orders at the nurses. They would not let me be with her or even see her. I felt totally numb. Craig finally arrived and finally the doctor came and took us to a room to talk to us. He told us that she was very sick and that the spinal meningitis that she had was the type that moved very fast and that they were doing everything that they could for her, but no promises. He asked why I had brought her in when I did…I had no answer other than something just told me that I had to. He expressed that he had had those same feelings. He said that at the time he had taken the spinal tap that there was not the medical justification for doing so, but that if he had waited it would have been too late. My mom and dad came to the hospital and they finally let us into see her and give her a blessing. She was in quarantine because they did not know what strain of bacteria she had, so we had to wear hospital gowns and masks to go into her. With the assistance of my dad Craig gave her a blessing. It is an experience and feeling that I will never forget. Never in my life have I felt my Heavenly Father's spirit so strong. I felt that if I were to open my eyes I would have seen Him. After Craig finished the blessing, my dad looked up and said: "She's going to be alright." He said that during the blessing she lifted her little leg and bumped into his arm. It frightened him because she had been so lifeless, so he opened his eyes and looked at her and when he did he said that she just smiled a little smile as if to say "I am going to be okay."
She was in the hospital for 10 days and it was a long 10 days. The doctor told us that even though we had caught this illness soon, that there was not promise that she would make it and that even if she did that the disease would have to run its course…he said that a stiffness would set in and that there was nothing they could do to stop it. She had an IV put into her leg and they strapped her arms and legs to the hospital bed so she could not move around. It was the worse 10 days ever. But she recovered completely. So many times I have been told of people who were serverly handicapped or deaf as a result of spinal meningitis. She was fine…How blessed we were.
We made many trips to the doctors with Mindie, as every time she got the least little bit sick I would panic and take her in. When we would stop at the store to pick up the medicine that the doctor had prescribed for whatever ailment she had, she would ask for things and I was so grateful that she was okay that I would buy what ever she asked for.
Then one day, when at the store on our way home from the doctor's office she asked: "Why do you buy me what ever I want after we go to the doctors?" and I realized that she had been playing me all along…she knew exactly what she was doing.
Mindie loved her Aunt Dawn…She would go stay with her and not want to come home because I was the mean mom and Aunt Dawn was so fun.
She loved to dance and she loved to dress up.
She did some pretty funny things during her life. One time when we were at a confirmation she was looking around and said "Where is the funny ghost?" Another time Aleisha was taking her somewhere and as they passed the gas station she hollered "Hey Aleisha…there's Gase…Don’t you need Gase?" One day she was driving our old brown van down the freeway and when she got home the side window was missing. When we asked her about it she replied that she had heard a big whish but did not know what happened except that cars kept trying to get her attention. One of my favorites was the day she called me after arriving to work at Salt Lake City Parks and said…Mom you know how every day you learn something? Well today I was driving to work and noticed that some cars had snow on them and some did not. Then all of a sudden I realized that the ones that did not were in a garage all night."
Mindie was always a jokester…just like her dad. As a matter of fact in high school she was voted "Class Clown".
Mindie met Jeremy, who was from Virginia, while he was serving his mission in Salt Lake. All I can say is that I am just glad she met him towards the end of his mission rather than the beginning. He called her the day after he went home from his mission and every day after that for the next month and by then he was back in Salt Lake and they were married 5 months later. They now live in Idaho with their 4 children. Maddie, Kailee, Jaxon and Jace. Last August She completed her schooling and received her Bachlers Degree in accounting. We love you Mindie and are so very proud of you and so thankful to have you in our lives. Happy Birthday.
One morning when she was 16 months old she woke up very early and was a little cranky all day. I figured that was normal since she had woke up very early that day. I put her down for a nap around noon and at about 2:00 pm she woke up crying and threw up…not violently and not a lot…but she was a little bit warm. Something inside of clicked and I was in a panic. I called the doctor and told them that I needed to bring her in immediately and them I called my mother crying and asked he to come and tend Jared and the children that I was tending that day so I could take Mindie to the doctors. She asked what was wrong and I felt somewhat foolish as I explained that she was a little warm and had thrown up her bottle. I figured I had had a bit of an over reaction. Mom came over and me and Mindie left for the doctors. That was in the day before car seats were the law, matter of fact they were not even a big deal. I put her on the front seat and away we went to the doctors. She just sat there with her head kind of drooping down and was a little pale. We went into see the doctor and he really could not find anything wrong with her. I remember him snapping this little thing trying to get her to look down and she would not do it. He told me to take her over to the hospital which was about 2 blocks from his office and he would follow us over there. He wanted to take a spinal tap and check for spinal meningitis. I did not know much about spinal meningitis, but it did not sound like something we wanted to have. He told me that he was going to draw fluid from her spine and that it would take about an hour for the results. I called Craig and was waiting for him to get to the hospital when the doctor came out and looked at me and said she has it and then he started snapping orders at the nurses. They would not let me be with her or even see her. I felt totally numb. Craig finally arrived and finally the doctor came and took us to a room to talk to us. He told us that she was very sick and that the spinal meningitis that she had was the type that moved very fast and that they were doing everything that they could for her, but no promises. He asked why I had brought her in when I did…I had no answer other than something just told me that I had to. He expressed that he had had those same feelings. He said that at the time he had taken the spinal tap that there was not the medical justification for doing so, but that if he had waited it would have been too late. My mom and dad came to the hospital and they finally let us into see her and give her a blessing. She was in quarantine because they did not know what strain of bacteria she had, so we had to wear hospital gowns and masks to go into her. With the assistance of my dad Craig gave her a blessing. It is an experience and feeling that I will never forget. Never in my life have I felt my Heavenly Father's spirit so strong. I felt that if I were to open my eyes I would have seen Him. After Craig finished the blessing, my dad looked up and said: "She's going to be alright." He said that during the blessing she lifted her little leg and bumped into his arm. It frightened him because she had been so lifeless, so he opened his eyes and looked at her and when he did he said that she just smiled a little smile as if to say "I am going to be okay."
She was in the hospital for 10 days and it was a long 10 days. The doctor told us that even though we had caught this illness soon, that there was not promise that she would make it and that even if she did that the disease would have to run its course…he said that a stiffness would set in and that there was nothing they could do to stop it. She had an IV put into her leg and they strapped her arms and legs to the hospital bed so she could not move around. It was the worse 10 days ever. But she recovered completely. So many times I have been told of people who were serverly handicapped or deaf as a result of spinal meningitis. She was fine…How blessed we were.
We made many trips to the doctors with Mindie, as every time she got the least little bit sick I would panic and take her in. When we would stop at the store to pick up the medicine that the doctor had prescribed for whatever ailment she had, she would ask for things and I was so grateful that she was okay that I would buy what ever she asked for.
Then one day, when at the store on our way home from the doctor's office she asked: "Why do you buy me what ever I want after we go to the doctors?" and I realized that she had been playing me all along…she knew exactly what she was doing.
Mindie loved her Aunt Dawn…She would go stay with her and not want to come home because I was the mean mom and Aunt Dawn was so fun.
She loved to dance and she loved to dress up.
She did some pretty funny things during her life. One time when we were at a confirmation she was looking around and said "Where is the funny ghost?" Another time Aleisha was taking her somewhere and as they passed the gas station she hollered "Hey Aleisha…there's Gase…Don’t you need Gase?" One day she was driving our old brown van down the freeway and when she got home the side window was missing. When we asked her about it she replied that she had heard a big whish but did not know what happened except that cars kept trying to get her attention. One of my favorites was the day she called me after arriving to work at Salt Lake City Parks and said…Mom you know how every day you learn something? Well today I was driving to work and noticed that some cars had snow on them and some did not. Then all of a sudden I realized that the ones that did not were in a garage all night."
Mindie was always a jokester…just like her dad. As a matter of fact in high school she was voted "Class Clown".
Mindie met Jeremy, who was from Virginia, while he was serving his mission in Salt Lake. All I can say is that I am just glad she met him towards the end of his mission rather than the beginning. He called her the day after he went home from his mission and every day after that for the next month and by then he was back in Salt Lake and they were married 5 months later. They now live in Idaho with their 4 children. Maddie, Kailee, Jaxon and Jace. Last August She completed her schooling and received her Bachlers Degree in accounting. We love you Mindie and are so very proud of you and so thankful to have you in our lives. Happy Birthday.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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!!!
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!!!
Friday, November 27, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
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!!!
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!!!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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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...
