Tuesday, October 2, 2012

A normal day

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I am going to try to post every day in October.
I miss blogging.
I miss you.
Yep, you!
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Gary just asked me to send him this picture of Kenya, so I figured it was blog worthy.
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When Gary opened his email he made fun of the little poem that goes out with all my emails.
He said he refuses to read it because it is too many sentences.
I told him he is not getting any more emails from me if he doesn't read the poem.
I don't think he cares.
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Kaish is getting new glasses tomorrow.
Did I tell you he has been wearing them for 2 weeks with just one arm?
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True story.
I swear I meant to call the first day they broke.
My mom skills totally amaze me.
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My Dad stopped over on his way home from work tonight.
He gave me a hug.
Some advice.
Love.
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He always gives me love.
When I feel like a failure, he tells me I rock.
(Well, he doesn't actually say "You rock" because he says things like swell and super, but I know swell and super pretty much equal "You rock.")
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When I feel discouraged and sad, he tells me I am the best girl in the world.
When I mess up, he helps me think of a solution.
I don't know what I would do without him.
He also checks my oil.
Isn't that a great Dad thing to do?
I really have the best one.
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The best Daddy.
The best husband.
And the very best kid in all the land.
Ending this post tonight feeling blessed and thankful!
Tell me something sweet your Dad does for you.
I'm curious.
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Oh, here is the poem that is too long for Gary to read:
‘Normal day,
let me be aware of the treasure you are. 
Let me learn from you,
love you,
bless you before you depart. 
Let me not pass you by
in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. 
Let me hold you while I may,
for it may not always be so. 
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow,
or stretch myself taut,
or raise my hands to the sky and want,
more than all the world, your return. 
~Mary Jean Iron
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15 comments:

stephanie garcia said...

Becky, I love your poem! It's beautiful. And the very best thing my dad does for me is ... exemplify faithfulness. In good times, in hard times, in sad times, and glad times. I, too, am blessed with a wonderful daddy.

seriouslysassymama.com said...

What a beautiful poem! I love looking at your pictures!

Jennifer Hoppins said...

Becky, I've said this before, but your soul is a shining light! I love your appreciation of the value of a normal, ordinary day. The poem is beautiful and true. Your photographs reach right inside and make me look closely at the wonderfulness of people I have never met. Your dad sounds swell, and super, and loving. My dad passed away three years ago, but he taught me to garden, to stick up for myself, to appreciate time in the kitchen preparing delicious meals, how to throw and hit a softball, how to drive, how to work hard, how to have faith in the unseen.

Dina Lettre said...

Your daddy is a smart man...and sounds a lot like mine. :)

Caseybumpinalong said...

Love your poem, love your post, and love your pictures!

My dad willingly homeschools the kids when I'm out for doctor's appointments. And still comes back over the next day. He's a good and brave daddy.

Tracy P. said...

Ha! My dad is one of the original grumpy old men. We don't talk much, but he sends me a joke now and then, and he has his ways of letting me know he loves me. He really does.

I love the Becky theme poem. You can't hear it enough. I'm lookin' at you GARY!


Pumpkin Delight (Kimberly) said...

Ah, beautiful pictures. All of them. I miss my dad lots because of all the reasons you mentioned great about your dad. You are lucky to have a good one(s).

Farmgirl Paints said...

I miss you too. You are blessed. A dad who praises over you...rare I think:)

Becca said...

Looking forward to reading/seeing from you every day :-) also, I want some of that strawberry cake right now!!!!

Scarlett said...

a post everyday?! YAY! i love your words, your photos, your sweetness = )

Christina said...

My dad always tells me I'm his favorite daughter (I'm his only daughter). :) It always makes me laugh.
I am looking forward to your posts...and your beautiful pictures!

Shey said...

Aw Becky, what a blessing to have such an encouraging father. =) You rock by the way. =)

Busy Bee Suz said...

OMG...so many sentences!!!!
LOL! I Do love that photo of Kenya too.
And my Dad...well, he didn't always rock like yours, but he did love me in his own way.
You are missed!
XOXO

Jim said...

This is a tough one for me Becky considering today is when the family helped him into a senior's facility...not a sad one day but a very reflective one. My Dad gave me life and chose to stay with us all even though my mother was ill most of her life. My Dad gave me 'staying power' and set a good example to all his kids.
You are very fortunate to have your father an integral part of your life, Becky.
So good to back here!

Meghan said...

i love that poem. it is so what i needed to read and think about and let simmer in my heart.

my dad used to show up. whenever. however. just when i needed that little oomph. i am lucky that i had those moments with him. i miss those normal days:)