Sunday, June 20, 2010

father's day




"To her the name of father was another name for love."

Fanny Fern


Father's Day. I think Father's Day is all too often ridiculously underrated. Maybe it's because it follows Mother's Day - a day where mothers are celebrated and revered and showered with gifts and flowers and chocolate and praise (and rightly so, of course) - that it kind of feels like an afterthought. I don't know why, but it seems like Father's Day is treated as less important than Mother's Day - but are fathers any less important than our "angel mothers"...are they any less deserving of appreciation? Of course not! But, as I think about it, the fact that Father's Day is kind of an afterthought kind of fits who fathers are. Fathers do not expect recognition or appreciation for being fathers - it's just who they are. They are content, rather, to work hard with little, if any, acknowledgment - their reward the happiness of those they love. Or maybe that's just my dad.



I am fortunate to have some wonderful fathers in my life. I could go on forever about how super-awesome my dad is and how ridiculously blessed I am to have him, but I want to finish this post at some point today, so I have decided to just list a few things I have learned from my dad - 5 lessons that I am thankful for on this Father's Day.

ANY JOB WORTH DOING IS WORTH DOING RIGHT


My dad taught me this from a very young age. My dad has an incredible work ethic - it is one of the things I admire most about him and hope to emulate. When he does any job, he does it right. And when I say any job, I mean ANY job. He brings this same ethic to anything he does - be it his job at work, doing the dishes, ironing clothes, making the bed, playing a game, packing a moving van, or building a snow fort. If dad is doing it, you can trust that it will be done right - he never does anything half-way. If he does the dishes, not only are they spotless, but the sink is scoured and the counters are sparkling. If he is building a snow fort, it's not just a pile of snow haphazardly mushed together - it will be made of perfectly fashioned blocks of snow, packed tight together and then sprayed with water to make an impenetrable ice fortress. My dad taught me to take pride in what I do and to do it right.

JUST BECAUSE YOU GROW UP DOESN'T MEAN YOU HAVE TO GROW OLD



I have always had a fear of growing up - I never liked the idea. My wish was the same as my hero, Peter Pan - I wish we'd never have to grow up. I always wanted to be able to fly off to Neverland and stay 8 years old forever. Unfortunately, that's not how life works. We all have to grow up. And that's how it should be. We grow up and take on responsibilities and learn how to take care of ourselves and others - and that's good. But one thing my dad taught me is that growing up doesn't have to mean growing old. He taught me that you are only as old as you are inside. Yes, you have to grow up and get a job and pay bills and do grown up things and behave like a grown up when necessary. But, you never have to lose the child inside. My dad is a grown up - he provides for his family, is respected by everyone and makes million dollar decisions at work. But, he has not grown old. He is a total kid at heart. His body has gotten older and his responsibilities greater, but inside he is still the sweet, fun-loving, good-hearted little boy he's been since long before I knew him. Because of my dad, I know that even though I have to be part of the grown-up world, I don't have to lose the carefree innocence of the little girl I used to be. She will always be who I am and that's okay. I can be a respectable adult without giving up the essence of who I am - the little child inside.

FATHER KNOWS BEST



My dad knows everything. Okay, maybe he doesn't know everything, but he knows just about everything. Seriously, any time I am in a jam or need advice or have a question or need something fixed - I can call my dad and, inevitably, he will know what to do. It's the same with all my siblings. Any time we are talking and don't know the answer to something - anything - we just say "Let's call Dad." I don't know how he knows everything, but he does. I wish I knew his secret.

Mark Twain once said: "When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years." It's true - it's amazing how much dads know, and it's too bad it sometimes takes us so long to figure it out. Many mistakes and hard lessons could be avoided if we'd just listen to Dad in the first place.

Someday I may be proven wrong, I suppose; but, for now, I am going to trust that Father truly does know best. He hasn't led me wrong so far.

FAMILY FIRST


My dad knows what is most important. Family. My dad lives for his family. He never, ever puts himself first. Everything he does is for us. He has always worked harder than anyone I know to make sure we are taken care of. My dad was in the military and would often be gone from us for weeks or months at a time. I believe this was harder on him than it was on us (not that it was fun for us - but at least we had each other). When he was gone, he always made sure to write us letters. These letters are treasures I keep - written with love in my dad's beautiful handwriting - reassuring me that he loved me and was thinking about us every day. My dad never really had any good father figure in his own life as he was growing up - so I never cease to be amazed at what an incredible father he is. I guess he decided that he would make sure we had what he never did. To this day, Dad's greatest joys come from us - his family. No matter how much he has been hurt by those he loves - he never stops loving us and he never gives up on us. I love watching Dad watch us. The happiest I ever see my Dad is when all of us kids are hanging out together, reminiscing and laughing. Sometimes I look over at Dad and just watch him watching us - nothing makes him happier than seeing us happy. My dad, through his words and through his example, has taught us all what is most important.

ALWAYS HONOR THE PRIESTHOOD


My dad has always honored his Priesthood. I have been very fortunate to grow up in a home where I always knew I was safe and I could always count on my dad to lead us with the proper authority. There has never been a time when I have asked for a blessing that my dad has not been able to give me one. These blessings are always exactly what I need and have comforted me, calmed me and guided me throughout my life. Dad rarely remembers what he says and quite often has no idea what questions are on my mind - but the answers always come, and it's always exactly what I need. Because he honors his Priesthood, I have learned to honor it, as well. For this I am forever grateful.



My relationship with my Heavenly Father is one of the most important things in my life. And it's one more thing for which I am grateful to my dad. I have never had a problem understanding the love of my Heavenly Father - a love that expects the best from me, but accepts and loves me even in my weakness; a love that sees me as who I can become, rather than who I am. I have never had a problem developing a relationship with my Heavenly Father and I owe that in large part to the relationship I have with my earthly father. He taught me to love, respect and trust my Heavenly Father, which is an easy and natural extension of the love, respect and trust I have for him. So, thanks, Dad. You will always be my hero. I am one lucky girl.



So, to all the fathers I love....Happy Father's Day!


"Fathers, yours is an eternal calling from which you are never released....a father's calling is eternal, and its importance transcends time. It is a calling for both time and eternity."

Ezra Taft Benson

Monday, June 14, 2010

i pledge allegiance....


"I believe our flag is more than just cloth and ink. It is a universally recognized symbol that stands for liberty, and freedom. It is the history of our nation, and it's marked by the blood of those who died defending it."

John Thune


"You're a grand old flag, You're a high flying flag, and forever in peace may you wave. You're the emblem of the land I love, the home of the free and the brave."

George M Cohan


"Our flag means all that our fathers meant in the Revolutionary War. It means all that the Declaration of Independence meant. It means justice. It means liberty. It means happiness.... Every color means liberty. Every thread means liberty. Every star and stripe means liberty."

Henry Ward Beecher




"Off with your hat as the flag goes by, And let the heart have its say;
You're man enough for a tear in your eye That you will not wipe away."

Henry Cuyler Bunner



"I have seen the glories of art and architecture, and mountain and river; I have seen the sunset on the Jungfrau, and the full moon rise over Mont Blanc; but the fairest vision on which these eyes ever looked was the flag of my country in a foreign land. Beautiful as a flower to those who love it, terrible as a meteor to those who hate it, it is the symbol of the power and glory, and the honor, of fifty million Americans."

George Frisbie Hoar



"'Tis the star-spangled banner, oh! long may it wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

Francis Scott Key


Happy Flag Day, everyone.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

a thousand reasons to smile....

I recently found myself having a bit of a bad day and feeling an overwhelming urge to throw myself a minor pity party. I have some things on my mind and in my life that are what many would consider legitimate concerns and valid reasons for said pity party. In fact, many would say I am entitled to it. However, I decided against that course of action (the steps leading to that decision make up a different story that I will save for another day) and I am all the better for it. Once I made up my mind, I was walking out of my room when a little sign/plaque/decoration? that I have on my bookshelf caught my eye. It says: "When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show it that you have a thousand reasons to smile."

I love this! (Obviously - I bought it...) Seeing it there that day just gave me an extra spring in my step and reminded me that I had made the right decision in turning my back on the pity party and not dwelling on my problems/irritations/stresses. I may have hundreds of reasons to cry...but I also have thousands of reasons to smile.

So, take that, life!!

So, anyways...here goes the beginning of my grateful list...my thousand reasons to smile today....





PENS

How wonderful it is to be able to write! And have it last. In any color or style. Not having to worry about quills and inkwells (as cool as those things are) is quite a blessing. I am constantly making lists, underlining passages, taking notes, doodling, writing letters....how my life is better because of pens! I love them.



EARTH

Home sweet home. There are many, many things I love about our beautiful planet - not the least of which is the fact that it keeps me alive! I am so incredibly grateful for our Earth and its amazing and wonderful uniqueness. Plus, it's just so darn beautiful! How cool is it that I live here!



THUNDERSTORMS

There are few things I like more than an afternoon or evening thunderstorm spent all snuggled up with a good book in front of a window. I love the sounds and the smells and the sights. Beautiful nature!



GOOGLE
I am not a huge fan of modern technology, but, man do I love Google! It makes my life at work easier. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Research has never been more efficient! Plus, they do all the cool Google doodles. Oh, bright, happy Google - how I love you!



AIR QUOTES

What can I say - they make me smile. Use of air quotes never ceases to amuse me!



LIONEL RICHIE

Speaking of amusement....all I need to do to cheer myself up during a particularly trying day is to imagine any of Lionel Richie's album images of the 1980s.




POST-IT NOTES
Another work-related smile inducer. So handy, so colorful, so much better than using a whole sheet of paper that doesn't stick. No messiness or staple holes or need to ruin a whole document with scribbles. I just love them.



GERENUKS
Such a lovely, elegant animal. Love them. :)



TODDLERS LEARNING TO WALK
I love watching a toddler learn to walk. A little unsteady, kind of awkward...and so dang adorable! Plus, their excitement and clapping and obvious pride at making it a ways is just infectious!



GORDON B HINCKLEY

I genuinely love and respect this wonderful man. President of the Church, prophet of the Lord, husband, father, grandfather, tireless servant...and a great sense of humor. President Hinckley was brilliant - and my inspiration. He taught me how to be funny without being sarcastic and strong, sure, direct and uncompromising while still loving and kind. Plus, he was so cute.
Now, that's a real hero.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

happy birthday, rustam!

Today is my brother-in-law's birthday....so, HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RUSTAM!!

I knew who Rustam was before I ever met him. I love gymnastics and watched pretty much every televised national and international competition of the 1990s. SO, I knew who Rustam Sharipov was - in fact, I was a fan! There was just something I liked about this little guy with the fuzzy/spiky hair.


He was good, of course, and he just seemed to work so hard - it didn't look like it came quite as easily or naturally to him as it did for some of his teammates. He was good, though. He competed for the Soviet Union - the powerhouse of the Cold War - and was one of only 6 men on the Unified Team (i.e., former USSR) that took gold at the 1992 Olympics. After the 1992 Olympics, Rustam competed for Ukraine, becoming European, World, and Olympic Champion on the Parallel Bars in 1996. He also led his team to the Bronze Medal and placed 8th in the All-Around at the 1996 Olympic Games. He's one pretty impressive guy.



He has since retired from competitive gymnastics, and is now the Assistant Coach for the 8-time NCAA Champion Mens Gymnastics Team at the University of Oklahoma. He is not only an incredible athlete; he is an amazing coach.


Obviously, Rustam is very impressive....anyone can see that. But, while it is super-cool to be related to a two-time Olympic Champion, that's not the main reason I love this guy. In fact, there are many things I love and admire about Rustam. He is an incredibly hard worker and he is extremely competitive. He truly believes that "impossible is nothing." He is always doing something. He is never afraid to try new things and doesn't shy away from something for fear of looking silly or of failing. He doesn't hide his excitement when he's doing something fun. One thing I most admire is his commitment - once he decides something, that's it - it's done and there's no looking back or second-guessing. He always gets things done. I often decide to do something, but then put it off or wait 'til later, but not Rustam. He just does it. I wish I were more like that.

Rustam is a great father. He is kind and generous and never hesitates to help anyone in any way at any time. He always offers sincere best wishes on birthdays and New Year. He is smart and talented and fun and funny; he always makes me smile. He is forever mixing in Russian when he talks (especially when he's frustrated) and I love his turns of phrase (e.g., "Why you do that?" "What time it is?"). And, of course, he has a super-cool accent. Rustam makes me laugh. He can be a bit goofy and he is a kid at heart. He'll dance in a robe and a cowboy hat or climb into the kids' wagon and let them pull him around. I love that he is always willing to join in our traditional family Christmas productions, no matter how goofy the script or ridiculous the stunts and special effects. Whatever the part, he plays it with gusto.






Rustam is also thoughtful. One of my most prized possessions is a beautiful poem he wrote me for Christmas a couple of years ago. It was lovely and thoughtful and wonderful...and I got it in English and Russian! I love that Rustam accepts me - as silly and chatterbox-y and loud and obnoxious as I often am, he always makes me feel welcome and loved. He judges me not on my outward appearance, but on my heart, and I love him for that.

But, mostly, I love Rustam for loving my sister. My sister Amber is one of the most amazing, talented, kind, thoughtful, caring, selfless and beautiful people in the world. She is my best friend and a mother to everyone. But, for so much of her life I think she felt invisible. I prayed that someone would realize how wonderful she is...and Rustam did. He saw her. He saw her and she came into color. And for that, I will love him forever.

Happy birthday and all the best wishes to you, Rustam! I am so glad you are my brother.