Friday, December 25, 2009
Isn't this the greatest ever picture!
I love that he loves me family and really works to have a relationship with each one of them. As you have seen from what each of my siblings have said- they love having him as part of our family. I know that it hasn't always been easy to fit in, but he has always worked hardto make sure they all know that he appreciates them and all they do for us. We have amazing families. The time they have spent helping to take care of Zac is immeasurable. I am grateful to them everyday, and I am grateful to have a husband that sets his family above other things.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I love that Jon is a spiritual leader in our home. I have been blessed to be a part of different parts of Jon's spirituality. It was incredible to get to know that side of him through his letters on his mission. Jon was an amazing missionary. Going on a mission wasn't a decision he took lightly. He made the decision to go and his whole heart went into the work and the love of the people in Mexico. I miss the relationship we were able to have through letters. It is easier to share this side of me in writing than in person and it was good to be able to share our thoughts and testimonies with each other so often. It's something we don't do in the same way and I miss getting to read about his relationship with his Heavenly Father as much as I did.
I love that Jon and I were married in the temple. I love that we make it a goal to go there often and that he is worthy to be there. So many people don't have the blessing of sitting in the temple next to the person they are madly in love with and know that they get to be with that person forever. This is a blessing I do not take lightly.
I love that Jon is a worthy priesthood holder. There have been many times when Zac or I have needed a blessing and Jon was able to give them. I love having the priesthood in our home.
I love that Jon works on his spirituality- he reads his scriptures and other books. He is good to make sure that we remember to say our prayers. He teaches Zac to pray. He is good example to me. He makes me want to be better.
This is your brother Michael. I thought I'd add a few words to the blog as well.
To start off, I want you to know I appreciate you more than you know. I've been drowning in a sea of estrogen for most of my life, and it's nice to have another voice in the family to take my side. I've enjoyed being your friend--playing and watching sports. It's such a relief to have another male in the family to talk about things of interest, i.e. NOT scrap-booking and crafts. I especially appreciate that you're always willing to lend a helping hand--I won't forget your help in moving me into my apartment.
I LOVE your son. I know he's got a great father. If you ever need someone to mentor him in dribbling left handed, I am your man. Seriously, let's make a pro athlete out of that boy--college athlete at a minimum (I know a school with a pretty good basketball program in North Carolina).
Anyway, that's about it. I love you man. Thanks for being a good friend.
Your Brother Mike
Monday, December 21, 2009
I have always looked up to the bold, righteous figure of my older brother. When I was younger, my only form of admiration was mimicry: cutting and combing my hair the same way, listening to Bush/Dave Matthews/u2 or any other cds I stole out of his cd case, and wearing the same clothes (seriously. The same clothes. I would take them out of his closet.). As I grew older and carved my own niche, I've been able to more fully realize the things it was I really admired about him, like his hard work ethic and his full devotion to providing care and support for everyone around him.
Admittedly, it wasn't always peachy. Many of the lessons that we learned together growing up came with a heavy hand. I would highly recommend that nobody here ever call him JoJo or Jonboy, take his cds without asking, or sneak into his closet after he's left for school to find cooler clothes. These are all lessons I learned MANY times, and my repentance was often called upon by the strong retaliation of an older, physically superior brother who could take me down in a flash. I simply cannot count the number of times I pressed buttons until I received a response, and boy... we got in a lot of trouble.
I learned a valuable lesson, though, because when we would fight, my mom would send us to our separate rooms until Dad got home, at which point we'd both be brought before the patriarch of the house to explain our case. I can't think of a single time I was ever thrown under the bus or left out to dry. We were in trouble, but we were in it together, and countless times my brother showed me the definition of brotherly love by sticking up for me. One time, we'd been sent to our separate rooms to 'think about what we'd done' while our parents sat downstairs and stressed about how two brothers could get along so poorly. We both huddled around our respective bedroom heat vents, and conversed through them until we'd reached a peace agreement that worked. We walked downstairs to our parents, and calmly explained that everything was fine, and we'd worked out a healthy peace agreement.
A simple tale, but it has stuck with me. Jonathan, you have shown me what it means to love your family, what it means to work hard for what you want, and that everything will work out in the end. Nobody I know can joke like we can, and nobody I know can pick up trash in the yard like we can.
Sigh. I've re-written this whole thing twice, and these static words still seem to lack the true emotion for what I feel. Thank you, brother, thank you for always being there for me. Thank you for not letting Jesse Mcguire beat me up in school. Thank you for not beating me up when I broke your first portable cd player. Thank you for helping teach me how to drive. Thank you for helping me move to Ephraim. Thank you for never judging or condemning me. Thank you for marrying an awesome girl from an awesome family. Thank you for being a real man and raising a family with honor. Thank you for having empathy to the world around you. Thank you for devoting your life and time to helping complete strangers with your work at the hospital. Thank you for always making me laugh.
Dude. I love ya. Our lives are rich with the history two brothers have created, and sooner than we think, we're going to be the image we've always had of our father's generation, all chewing the cud around the dining room table long after the meal has been put away. I look forward to growing old and always knowing I've got you and our family with me. Just like the multiple times you've thrown bullies off me at school, I'm happy to know my brother will always have my back.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I have pictures to add, but I need to scan them at school tomorrow.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
One of my favorites that even though it is not one of Jon's favorites he has seen it with me many times.
Just an example of the hilarity that ensues at family dinners.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
This is a book I'm reading right now. Very good!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
In a world so full of indifference, selfishness, and some women's rights in there, I love that my husband is such a gentleman. Jon always opens my door for me. It is a small gesture that I appreciate every time he does. I think it is a small way that he can show me that he wants to do what he can to take care of me. He even taught his sisters that if a date doesn't open their door for them, they have the right to punch them. Jon also does little things like sleeping on the side of the bed closest to the door (you know in case some crazy guy comes in the room then Jon can take him out before he ever gets to me). Or walks on the side of the road he thinks is the most dangerous. I love feeling like I am being taken care of. I know that he doesn't do it in a demeaning way- like I can't do things myself. In fact he knows that I am independent in many parts of my life. But it's nice to know that for Jon chivalry isn't dead. He is constantly doing things that shows his respect for women and especially his wife.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Even more personally, I have been on the recieving end of your kind, unselfish acts. One VERY cold morning, soon after you married Kim, I was at school in Layton getting ready for my day. I had been struggling with somethings and hadn't been very happy. That morning wasn't any better...until you walked through the door. There you were bright and early, in my classroom, with a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. You told me you were worried about me and that you wanted me to know that you cared about me. We had a wonderful talk (full of my tears--I'M SURE!!) and with a hug, you left before the bell rang. I felt so loved and appreciated after that converation. What a selfless drive you made to Layton! Your visit not only changed my mood, but it marked the true beginning of our brother/sister relationship. I knew you cared about me.
I couldn't have asked for a better father to my children. I am excited that I have such a great partner in the greatest responsibility and the greatest joy in our lives. There have been so many times when I am frustrated as a parent and Jon comes in and takes over and I think about how impossible it would be to be a single parent. I am grateful that I don't only just have someone working with me, I lucked out with the best!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I googled problem solver and this is the awesome picture that came up. So great!
Monday, December 7, 2009
It was really cold to start out with, but warmed up as the sun came out. Zac got all bundled up and my parents walked with him while Jon and I ran.
We had dinner with Jon's family. Zac posed with his uncle Ryan by the fireplace. How holidayish.
My sister has taken over making cake pops. She came up with the idea to make turkey ones. They turned out so cute!
The next morning my sisters and I braved the stores early in the morning. I don't think I would ever so this alone, but we have lots of fun going together (right Kris- remember how fun it was checking out at Shopko:)) . I really did find some great deals. On Saturday we did crafts together with my mom and sisters. It's so nice to know such creative people.
Can't show everything- it is Christmas time you know.
Last Friday Jon and I finally got around to putting up the tree (not Jon's favorite activity).
But it was so worth it. Zac was in absolute joyfulness (my grammar is awesome!). We turned out all the other lights and turned on the Christmas lights and he just started clapping and cheering and saying "lights, so pretty". He had to get as close as he could to the tree- he slid his little legs under till he was nose to nose with the lights. He just kept clapping he was so excited.
I so love this time of year. It makes it even more fun that Zac is enjoying it this year as well. We hope all of you are having fun too.