It's really quite beautiful.
Grrrr!
Snort!
BAH!!
Wimper.
I really just want my flip flops.
Big ol' sigh.
Christine
Friday, February 21, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
The First Date
We knew this day was drawing near.
The Husband and I had discussed it quite a bit.
We planned.
We prepared.
But at the last minute I wanted to say, "I want to be there too!"
But that wasn't how this was going to go.
My struggle was that I'm the one who's done the majority of the day in and day out. I'm the one who's been home with them...teaching...training...bandaging the skinned knees...wiping away the tears.
I've cuddled and giggled and given the hugs. I've been there from toddling to wearing high heels! I've gone from wiping messy faces to teaching how to wear makeup! That's been my job. But I wanted to be part of this too!! -whine-
This was a job for Dad however. A job for the one who courageously protects their hearts. The one who loves them with strength and boldness. This is Dad's job. I. Must. Let. Go.
We, the Husband and I, had decided long ago that when our girls turned sixteen years old, the Husband would take them on their first date. That before any young man decided to tell our girls how special or beautiful he thought they were, the Husband, our girls' dad, would make it very clear, in case they hadn't gotten it by now, how special and beautiful they were in his eyes and how deeply loved they were by their Dad. He also wanted to show our girls how a young man should treat a young lady! That's right!
And so it was that days before her sixteenth birthday, the Husband asked Sofia out on a date. He planned to take her out to dinner.
She was so excited!
They got all spiffed up!
Awwww! I held it together man! No tears! But I did make the Husband promise to send me photos throughout their evening.
Apparently dinner was very good!
The Husband had two gifts to bestow on Miss Sofia that night, a letter he had painstakingly written to her as well as a Claddagh ring.
In the letter he poured out his heart!
He told her how proud he is of her.
...how precious she is to him.
...how glad he is to be her Dad.
...how much he loves his girl.
My favorite photo...the look on her face after she read the letter!
I think it was exactly what every young woman needs to hear from her Dad.
Fortunately the Husband pulled out the ring quickly thereafter, dispelling any tears that were threatening to fall right there in public!
Still wish I could have been there, but without a doubt it was important for the Husband to give these gifts to our girl. It was a job well done!
Now he has three years to recover before he gets to do it all over again!
Christine
The Husband and I had discussed it quite a bit.
We planned.
We prepared.
But at the last minute I wanted to say, "I want to be there too!"
But that wasn't how this was going to go.
My struggle was that I'm the one who's done the majority of the day in and day out. I'm the one who's been home with them...teaching...training...bandaging the skinned knees...wiping away the tears.
I've cuddled and giggled and given the hugs. I've been there from toddling to wearing high heels! I've gone from wiping messy faces to teaching how to wear makeup! That's been my job. But I wanted to be part of this too!! -whine-
This was a job for Dad however. A job for the one who courageously protects their hearts. The one who loves them with strength and boldness. This is Dad's job. I. Must. Let. Go.
We, the Husband and I, had decided long ago that when our girls turned sixteen years old, the Husband would take them on their first date. That before any young man decided to tell our girls how special or beautiful he thought they were, the Husband, our girls' dad, would make it very clear, in case they hadn't gotten it by now, how special and beautiful they were in his eyes and how deeply loved they were by their Dad. He also wanted to show our girls how a young man should treat a young lady! That's right!
And so it was that days before her sixteenth birthday, the Husband asked Sofia out on a date. He planned to take her out to dinner.
She was so excited!
They got all spiffed up!
Awwww! I held it together man! No tears! But I did make the Husband promise to send me photos throughout their evening.
Apparently dinner was very good!
The Husband had two gifts to bestow on Miss Sofia that night, a letter he had painstakingly written to her as well as a Claddagh ring.
In the letter he poured out his heart!
He told her how proud he is of her.
...how precious she is to him.
...how glad he is to be her Dad.
...how much he loves his girl.
My favorite photo...the look on her face after she read the letter!
I think it was exactly what every young woman needs to hear from her Dad.
Fortunately the Husband pulled out the ring quickly thereafter, dispelling any tears that were threatening to fall right there in public!
Still wish I could have been there, but without a doubt it was important for the Husband to give these gifts to our girl. It was a job well done!
Now he has three years to recover before he gets to do it all over again!
Christine
Friday, February 14, 2014
Sixteen
My baby turned 16 yesterday!!
What a beautiful, amazing young woman she has become.
She has the ability to make me laugh so hard tears stream down my face.
She is a delight, and I love her!
The poor thing was miserable sick for her birthday though. We just stayed home and snuggled up in the living room. Fortunately she had celebrated her birthday the weekend before.
A few friends!
Some popcorn, snacks, a movie, and lots of laughter. A room full of laughing teenagers...nothing else like it! Pure joy!!
I can't believe she's 16 already. CRAZY!!
And tomorrow night, she has her first date! What what??
Yep. I can't wait to tell you all about it!!
Christine
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Enjoy the View
I've had enough!
I can't take it anymore!
I'm tired of heavy winter coats, and boots, and mittens, and wool socks! Polar Vortex...BAH!!
I want to paint my toenails and wear my flip flops!!
But maybe, for a little while longer...
I'll just shut my mouth,
and give thanks for the view.
WOW!!
Christine
I can't take it anymore!
I'm tired of heavy winter coats, and boots, and mittens, and wool socks! Polar Vortex...BAH!!
I want to paint my toenails and wear my flip flops!!
But maybe, for a little while longer...
I'll just shut my mouth,
and give thanks for the view.
WOW!!
Christine
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