Five Things

Five Things About The Heat

The Rodeo
The Barbecue’s
Fireworks!
Playing softball – Wyatt and his brothers playing, the sister-in-laws picking clover in outfield.
Feeling like SUMMER is here!

He let us sled off the roof in the winter, even though it’s not good for the shingles, just because there’s something intuitively great about sleigh riding off the roof.
He taught me to travel–you know, backpack, change of clothes, and your set. I think the first time I learned that was when he woke me up at 2 in the morning and asked me if I wanted to go to the Olypics at 6 a.m. I didn’t have much of a choice but to pack light. I’ve been doing it ever since. He taught me to look at the horizon, and be open to the possibilites.
When ever I call his secretary always says that he’s unavailable, or in a meeting, or not there, and then she asks who it is, and I tell her, and then suddenly he is available–he always take my calls.
He reads. He and my mom taught me to read. And then he gave me good books to read. And he grounded me from reading when I was in 7th grade, which I always thought was wierd, but now I understand–he taught me how to read, but he taught me to have a balance in my life. . .
He taught me how to serve. I always knew that if there was someone in need, and there was something to be done, my parents would be first in line–the first not to called, but the first to call–they didn’t need someone to tell them to do it–they already had done it!