Life isn't made up of huge chunks. Really, it's made up of moments that become hours which become days, weeks, months and years. It's easy to see where time goes, and it's funny to think about what happens if you lose track of those moments. There certainly have been moments where I wasn't living in the present, where I lived for what was next. I think being a father helps you to not take any time for granted.
Life seems to get pretty full, and if you've invited me to hang out with you lately you'll agree. With my work, my family, my friends and my calling I end up running place to place, until I crash at night. In the midst of all of life's activities, sometimes I have what I will call MCIF moments. (My Cup is Full) On Sunday, my wife had to get the kids up and get them ready because I got to take my young men to the developmental center in American Fork for church. When I finished, sacrament meeting was just starting, so instead of the nap, I went to help with the kids.
When I walked in and sat down, Nellie looked happy to see me, but when both of my kids climbed onto my lap, I felt such love. I help both of them, each on one leg and pushed pause on the life button. I love moments where you realize just how blessed you really are. My kids love me, and I love them so much. It's hard to believe how much you can love such stinkers. Did I mention how great a mother Nellie is? She's great. Anyway, look out for those moments...they are all over, if you let them be.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
Happy Birthday...to me...
Wednesday was my birthday, for those of you keeping score at home...I am now 28. That doesn't sound remarkable on the surface, but as my mother pointed out, if you round by fives, I am closer to thirty now than I am to twenty-five. Bring it on. It probably has to do with the industry that I work in, or the people I know, but I think that age is irrelevant. I know 40-somethings who are waiting to die, and octogenarians who are planning for the next thirty years. I might get more wise as I get older, but if I manage to keep motivated and moving, I don't expect I will grow "old" too fast.
My birthday was fantastically ordinary. I like it when people don't know it's your birthday as they tend to treat you like you deserve to be treated. Mother nature and I conspired to get my car stuck in the snow right outside of my driveway before I could really get my day started. (Truth is, I should have been a better shoveler...) Luckily, I was rescued by my princess in 4-wheel drive. Nellie reorganized her day to take me to work...man she's great!
At lunch my friend Randy treated me to lunch and we talked about life. I really like Randy, he is pretty selfless and is a good example of what a friend should be. I should be a better friend. After our lunch, he helped me to get my car out of the snow, and he and I chipped away at my driveway. What a nice guy! We also got to watch some Office on the television. Man, that show is great, Great, GREAT!!!
After work, I got to open my presents from Nellie. She was able to make my birthday special. She made me an awesome from-scratch carrot cake. Sitting down at the table with my beautiful wife, Scott and Eva singing happy birthday was without doubt the best part of the day. (okay, Eva didn't sing, but she did try to touch the flame on the candles) I loved it, and then I got to go hang out with the priests and teachers.
Nellie and I have jokingly discussed moving the celebration of my birthday further from Christmas, to something like March 7. I am actually thinking this is a good idea. To be honest, I'm not terribly sentimental about the actual day, truthfully I am just angry I didn't think about this sooner. When I was a kid, birthday parties were tough in the winter, imagine if I'd had a June birthday! Anyway, if you actually read down this far, if you would give me some feedback...what say you about changing the day you celebrate a birthday? I mean, it wouldn't be the first time....see: Christmas.
My birthday was fantastically ordinary. I like it when people don't know it's your birthday as they tend to treat you like you deserve to be treated. Mother nature and I conspired to get my car stuck in the snow right outside of my driveway before I could really get my day started. (Truth is, I should have been a better shoveler...) Luckily, I was rescued by my princess in 4-wheel drive. Nellie reorganized her day to take me to work...man she's great!
At lunch my friend Randy treated me to lunch and we talked about life. I really like Randy, he is pretty selfless and is a good example of what a friend should be. I should be a better friend. After our lunch, he helped me to get my car out of the snow, and he and I chipped away at my driveway. What a nice guy! We also got to watch some Office on the television. Man, that show is great, Great, GREAT!!!
After work, I got to open my presents from Nellie. She was able to make my birthday special. She made me an awesome from-scratch carrot cake. Sitting down at the table with my beautiful wife, Scott and Eva singing happy birthday was without doubt the best part of the day. (okay, Eva didn't sing, but she did try to touch the flame on the candles) I loved it, and then I got to go hang out with the priests and teachers.
Nellie and I have jokingly discussed moving the celebration of my birthday further from Christmas, to something like March 7. I am actually thinking this is a good idea. To be honest, I'm not terribly sentimental about the actual day, truthfully I am just angry I didn't think about this sooner. When I was a kid, birthday parties were tough in the winter, imagine if I'd had a June birthday! Anyway, if you actually read down this far, if you would give me some feedback...what say you about changing the day you celebrate a birthday? I mean, it wouldn't be the first time....see: Christmas.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Guest Entry...Starring Spencer Perkins
Right now, I am at a family party with my big brother Trevor. He was very impressed by my blogging skills. He told me he wanted me to spice up his blog. He said and I quote "My blog is mild, but I want it to be caliente." I broke the news to him that even with my interesting, quippy remarks it won't be any hotter than a medium. He didn't take the news as well as I thought he would. He wept for 10 to 15 minutes. After he has calmed down, he knelt down, kissed my hand, and asked me with all the diligence he could muster for me to write the best blog ever for him. So I am.
Our family is very loud and we are very insulting towards each other. If anybody comes wearing an ugly shirt, with a slight body odor, or a bad hair cut. They are going to hear about it, all night. They will hear about it, until the problem is solved. They are belittled and tortured. For example, we have a sister named Emily who is on a mission in Tokyo, Japan. We don't miss her. We are incredibly happy she went on a mission, one sentence can describe our joy. "Best Christmas Ever!"
So here we are at our family party, and as usual, Trevor (the oldest brother, who is supposed to be superior) is in the corner, crying, because we are making fun of the Cougars losing their bowl game to an unranked team, from Arizona. Anyways to cut this short, so you'll read it to the end. Our family is very rude to each other. We make each other feel bad about themselves. Either it's their complexion, shoe size, bad hair cut, or the most common one, receding hairlines.
Anyways, Peace.
Editors Note: This entry is true in a sad way. Spencer apologizes for grammatical errors and said "I've lived in Payson for nine years." Like that's any consolation.
Our family is very loud and we are very insulting towards each other. If anybody comes wearing an ugly shirt, with a slight body odor, or a bad hair cut. They are going to hear about it, all night. They will hear about it, until the problem is solved. They are belittled and tortured. For example, we have a sister named Emily who is on a mission in Tokyo, Japan. We don't miss her. We are incredibly happy she went on a mission, one sentence can describe our joy. "Best Christmas Ever!"
So here we are at our family party, and as usual, Trevor (the oldest brother, who is supposed to be superior) is in the corner, crying, because we are making fun of the Cougars losing their bowl game to an unranked team, from Arizona. Anyways to cut this short, so you'll read it to the end. Our family is very rude to each other. We make each other feel bad about themselves. Either it's their complexion, shoe size, bad hair cut, or the most common one, receding hairlines.
Anyways, Peace.
Editors Note: This entry is true in a sad way. Spencer apologizes for grammatical errors and said "I've lived in Payson for nine years." Like that's any consolation.
The picture is Spencer's halloween costume. He is an ipod commercial.
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