Shall we take a stroll down memory lane? In my efforts to turn our blog into our family photo album, I’ve been adding posts about some of our early days. If you’re interested in reading about our life a decade ago, click these links!
I think I’ll stop there for the moment to avoid overwhelming you all. I’ll link to more a little later. Get excited!
I sort of feel like I should retire from blogging after my last post. Every single one of my siblings commented which was unprecedented. If you know my Dad and haven’t read all the comments from my siblings for that post, you should go revisit it. Hilarious stuff.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago the weather was so mild that we decided to take advantage and go explore Memory Grove Park. We left and realized we were driving into a rainstorm. I was a little nervous the rain would ruin our plans, but Dallas stayed the course and by the time we got to the park there were only a few rogue raindrops falling. We ended up having a great time hiking the trails.
Right off the bat Brooke caught a snake and he was our hiking companion the rest of the evening:
Madison was so bright-eyed looking around at everything and taking it all in:
Spencer was wearing his “gloves” during the hike. (They’re really socks that the kids use as gloves when they’re playing Frozen.) As we walked we frequently heard Spencer mumble, “Conceal it. Don’t feel it. Don’t let it show.”
As we were leaving a nice man said, “You guys look like you need a family picture.” How did he know? Behold, I give you only the second picture we have in existence of all six of us together:
As I was writing this post I couldn’t help but also think of things my Dad would say to us kids throughout the years. I was immediately able to remember things he said leading me to believe that he actually only speaks in exclamation marks and catch phrases. Dad, this one’s for you!
“Your word is your bond!”
“The best thing a father can do for his children is love their mother.”
“Let’s go sports fans!”
“She is risen, she is risen!” (Sung to me every Saturday morning when I finally rolled out of bed at around lunchtime.)
“Rise and shout the cougars are out!” (Sung to me on the mornings when he was waking me up.)
“Top o’ the mornin’ to you!” (This often followed one of the previous two phrases. Does my Dad sound insufferable to you in the mornings? He is if you’re like me and just want to be left alone for the first two hours after waking. Is that too much to ask? Now you know who my teenage “Perky Morning People Should Be Shot” nightshirt was directed at…)
“I heard Him come…” (Sung every morning. I’m realizing how much he sang. Especially in the mornings.)
“Is that the best you could do?”
“Stick to the task ’til it sticks to you! Beginners are many but enders are few!”
“The deal is…”
“It’s a quick read.”
“You’re noticing that now because it’s hit your reticular activator.”
“I the Lord am bound when ye do what I say, but when ye do not what I say ye have no promise.”
“That which you persist in doing becomes easier to do – not because the nature of the task has changed but because your ability to do has increased.”
While one or more of these phrases was met with severe eye rolls when I’d hear them, I find myself irrationally happy when I can work them into conversations with my own children. But make no mistake about it – there’s very little singing going on around these parts first thing in the morning.
Siblings – what did I miss?