It's official, I am attending orientation at the University of Utah. I am really excited to be going to school and to help better life and learning.
I am one of about three hundred 'transfer students who will begin school for the spring semester.
There have been some really good things spoken about. I have been sitting between a man and a woman--the woman majoring in Biomedical Engineering and the man in journalism. Our conversations have been motivating and I appreciate the comfort that I feel when talking with other people.
I have a 'hill' to climb but this is well worth the effort that is required and I know we can do it. I want our children to know how important this is and I hope that they will possess a sincere desire to go to college and to create more opportunities for themselves and their families.
Learning is a beautiful thing! To stimulate our minds is part of the Plan. I am thankful for this opportunity to go and I appreciate the support of my lovely wife, Becky. Thanks for your support and your confidence in me--it is apparent that many don't have what you and I enjoy. I love you very much!
Have I ever expressed how much I love my life? Well, I do!
Showing posts with label Becky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Becky. Show all posts
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
In the Comfort of Her Arms.
I have always had a loving relationship with my mom. She has always been the epitome of a 'lady'. She is very feminine. She even throws like a girl! I have always been grateful for the type of mom I have.
When I was little, I would get earaches, periodically. I remember being up in the middle of the night feeling like my head was going to explode. The pain grew so intense that I needed to go get my mom (because moms can take away any kind of pain.) I would awaken her and she would lovingly take care of the pain that I was experiencing. There were many nights when mom would heat up olive oil and put that in my ears and then stick a cotton ball into my ear canal. That gave me some relief. Then, she would rock me to sleep in the old rocking chair. I can remember how good she smelled. Her touch was soothing. I knew that she cared about me. The greatest relief came from being in her arms.
I don't get earaches anymore but the aches that I feel, once in awhile, come in a different way. Becky has stepped appropriately into the role as the one who brings relief to my soul. There have been occasions when I knew that if I could just talk to her that things would be alright. And they are!
It doesn't matter who you are, the time does come when you need someone who you can trust, to take away the burdens that seem to weigh you down.
I have the great blessing of Becky and my mom.
After Natalie (our oldest) was born, Becky's mom came over to our apartment, during the day, to give her the help that she needed because she was a new mom. I was a young inexperienced father who was overly confident in my excitement of fatherhood. I figured that when I came home from work that my mother-in-law could then go home and I could pick up where she left off. That didn't happen exactly like I had hoped it would. (Mom is an absolute angel.) I got home on the second day and went into the room where Becky was laying on the bed. She asked how the day had gone and I began to cry. To this day, I can't remember ever crying that hard in my life. I didn't understand the importance that it was for Becky to have her mom there to help. I was frustrated that I didn't feel like anyone could see that I was perfectly capable of running our household and taking care of my wife and our new baby daughter. Feeling a bit frustrated, I called later that evening to spout off the frustration that I felt to my own mom. As has always been the case, my mom heard me out, completely. There was silence on the other end of the phone. "Becky needs her mom." I was missing the most important part of the whole scenario, my wife needed her mom. I am grateful that my mom spoke the words that I needed to hear the very most. I needed to allow Becky to have her mom there. I just didn't understand. It will be a great blessing for Becky to be there when our daughters have children of their own and I hope that their husbands see that need better than I did.
Especially when I was young, I needed the comfort from within the arms of my mom. I am grateful that I have a sweet woman that gives me the comfort that I need, in her arms.
When I was little, I would get earaches, periodically. I remember being up in the middle of the night feeling like my head was going to explode. The pain grew so intense that I needed to go get my mom (because moms can take away any kind of pain.) I would awaken her and she would lovingly take care of the pain that I was experiencing. There were many nights when mom would heat up olive oil and put that in my ears and then stick a cotton ball into my ear canal. That gave me some relief. Then, she would rock me to sleep in the old rocking chair. I can remember how good she smelled. Her touch was soothing. I knew that she cared about me. The greatest relief came from being in her arms.
I don't get earaches anymore but the aches that I feel, once in awhile, come in a different way. Becky has stepped appropriately into the role as the one who brings relief to my soul. There have been occasions when I knew that if I could just talk to her that things would be alright. And they are!
It doesn't matter who you are, the time does come when you need someone who you can trust, to take away the burdens that seem to weigh you down.
I have the great blessing of Becky and my mom.
After Natalie (our oldest) was born, Becky's mom came over to our apartment, during the day, to give her the help that she needed because she was a new mom. I was a young inexperienced father who was overly confident in my excitement of fatherhood. I figured that when I came home from work that my mother-in-law could then go home and I could pick up where she left off. That didn't happen exactly like I had hoped it would. (Mom is an absolute angel.) I got home on the second day and went into the room where Becky was laying on the bed. She asked how the day had gone and I began to cry. To this day, I can't remember ever crying that hard in my life. I didn't understand the importance that it was for Becky to have her mom there to help. I was frustrated that I didn't feel like anyone could see that I was perfectly capable of running our household and taking care of my wife and our new baby daughter. Feeling a bit frustrated, I called later that evening to spout off the frustration that I felt to my own mom. As has always been the case, my mom heard me out, completely. There was silence on the other end of the phone. "Becky needs her mom." I was missing the most important part of the whole scenario, my wife needed her mom. I am grateful that my mom spoke the words that I needed to hear the very most. I needed to allow Becky to have her mom there. I just didn't understand. It will be a great blessing for Becky to be there when our daughters have children of their own and I hope that their husbands see that need better than I did.
Especially when I was young, I needed the comfort from within the arms of my mom. I am grateful that I have a sweet woman that gives me the comfort that I need, in her arms.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Touched by an Angel
In the forty years of my life I have felt privileged to live in a fairy tale. It doesn't mean that everything always goes the way that I hope it will but life is full of promise and there is fulfillment in abundance.
My focus today, as part of my fairy tale belongs to my wife Becky. For seventeen years, she has brought countless smiles to my face on many different occasions. She has seen me in the best of times and in the worst. She shares in life's greatest accomplishments. I believe that she was present when I got as angry as I can imagine getting (although the anger was not toward her or any of our children). She was there when I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe. She is my greatest fan when it comes to trying something new (Yes, this blog counts, too). We stick together on the decisions we make and the things that we do.
For those of you who know Becky will understand, in a small way, some of the things that I know about her. Her actions in life are the literal definition of compassion. There isn't anything that is helpful that she wouldn't do for another human being. I have watched with amazement as she tends to the needs of those whose heads hang low with all of life's challenges. Her eyes to help another seem to naturally gravitate to people and their needs, not what a person's status is in society. I firmly believe that there isn't anyone that could intimidate her. She is all about people and who they really are, on the inside.
In early 1994, I saw her for the first time. That was in church. When I saw her I found her to be stunningly beautiful! As the years have passed my feelings have grown deeper for her because of obvious reasons. We have shared a charmed life. Part of that, I believe, is because we try to be normal people. The world doesn't know us and in our own society we are just like everybody else, just trying to live good and honorable lives.
Becky, I love you! I will spend my life trying to be the person that you are. Thank you for all that you do to make life the blessing that it truly is.
My focus today, as part of my fairy tale belongs to my wife Becky. For seventeen years, she has brought countless smiles to my face on many different occasions. She has seen me in the best of times and in the worst. She shares in life's greatest accomplishments. I believe that she was present when I got as angry as I can imagine getting (although the anger was not toward her or any of our children). She was there when I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe. She is my greatest fan when it comes to trying something new (Yes, this blog counts, too). We stick together on the decisions we make and the things that we do.
For those of you who know Becky will understand, in a small way, some of the things that I know about her. Her actions in life are the literal definition of compassion. There isn't anything that is helpful that she wouldn't do for another human being. I have watched with amazement as she tends to the needs of those whose heads hang low with all of life's challenges. Her eyes to help another seem to naturally gravitate to people and their needs, not what a person's status is in society. I firmly believe that there isn't anyone that could intimidate her. She is all about people and who they really are, on the inside.
In early 1994, I saw her for the first time. That was in church. When I saw her I found her to be stunningly beautiful! As the years have passed my feelings have grown deeper for her because of obvious reasons. We have shared a charmed life. Part of that, I believe, is because we try to be normal people. The world doesn't know us and in our own society we are just like everybody else, just trying to live good and honorable lives.
Becky, I love you! I will spend my life trying to be the person that you are. Thank you for all that you do to make life the blessing that it truly is.
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