Monday, December 30, 2013

The story of the bike!!

All our daughter wanted for Christmas was a new bike. She out grew the one we got her when she was 5. She found the bike of her dreams right after school started in September. A mint green Schwinn with a banana seat and high handle bars. Kinda like how the kid in the Christmas Story wanted only a BB gun. Well, on black Friday the kiddos wanted to go out to Fred Meyer and see what it was like going shopping at 5am. Joe and I had a plan. So we split in teams. Curtis and I went to one side of the store and Shayla and Joe went to the other side. Curtis and I found her bike, payed for it and snuck out of the store and hid the bike in our back yard til Joe could find a place to hide it. Thankfully, when we headed back to the store the same parking spot was still available and so was our shopping cart. Shayla would have noticed if we weren't parked in the same spot. She didn't know we left. Then the time came for us to meet up and head home. As we were leaving Shayla went straight to the bikes and noticed her dream bike was no longer there. She started crying and became very upset that someone bought her dream bike. I was trying so hard not to laugh. I told her that Christmas was the season of believing. Joe told her that Santa may have already came and got it for her. At least 3-4 times a week as Christmas grew closer Shayla would say, "I am loosing hope for my bike everyday."

Then on Christmas Eve she left Santa doughnuts. She also left reindeer food outside, cheerios for the elves, dog food and a glass of lemonade. When she woke up on Christmas morning she found that Santa had left her a note on her chalkboard:

Shayla,
     Thank you for everything. I especially liked the lemonade. Not many people leave lemonade, especially north of the equator. I have decided you get to open the first present, after you figure out what the clue means. It is on the plate. Good luck and Merry Christmas.
                                                                                                 Santa
On the plate she found our pickle ornament. The one we usually hide somewhere on tree to be found on Christmas day. She went to our room and was puzzled by this clue. Then she finally figured out that she need to downstairs to the basement to where the canned pickles are. Here is how it all went:

She found out that Santa had given her daddy instructions on where to hide her bike. She was so stinkin excited.

Merry Christmas my sweet girl!!

Friday, December 27, 2013

When I heard this...my thought went here:



When I heard this song my mind wandered to all those we lost. Then that thought process exploded when I washed the grave of my high school sweetheart, while my son lay a Christmas wreath in front of his grave. I knew David as long as I could remember. We were always friends, then dated briefly. Never ever in my life did I ever expect to loose him, especially to war. As you grow up you focus on the here and now. You blossom friendships and grow closer with not much thought about the future. You think you are invincible, and think nothing bad can happen. Dying is for old people. Then we all grow up and the realities of life slap you in the face. As I stood by David's grave, I remembered how much he loved Christmas. He loved everything about the season, even eggnog ice cream. It saddens me that I will never be able to see him pass that on to the kiddos I hoped that he had, and the beautiful wife I hoped he would meet.

Then there is Jonathan Stehle. Almost everyday Joe would go to work and see him in the motor pool. They would shoot the breeze. He loved playing with our son when he and I would come to the motor pool. He always was a prankster and and jokester. He was such a wonderful person. Jonathan would wear the tightest jeans and biggest belt buckle when he wasn't in uniform. At the dining out I bet beer that he weighed less then Joe, he didn't believe me and I won a beer!! Jonathan would tell us how badly he wanted a little boy that he could teach to ride bulls. Then one day during a training accident he is gone to be with Jesus. Never in those moments you spent with him did you ever think that it could end, unfortunately it did.

I knew my grandpa was going to be with Jesus, but I wasn't prepared for when he was called home. He beat death before and I thought he would do it again. Not this time. During one of the hardest times of my life, he was gone. You never know when they will be called home.

To all those who have passed away in the OIF and OEF wars who we knew. Joe has served along side so many soldiers, and we are sure that some have passed that we aren't aware of.

I am not trying to be depressing in anyway. I would like to see people appreciate who they have in their lives much more then they do. People throw away relationships and friendships so quickly instead of working on building them. No one seems to talk face to face anymore. Everything is electronic. When they are gone and you wish you had more time with them, why not start now. My challenge is to love those I have deeper. Appreciate those in my lives, and give what I can to friends. I know death is something that happens. All part of a greater plan, but it stinks. So please I hope you join and grow real friendships and relationships outside of computers. Get to know people, so when they do pass you will have all the memories to hold on to as you heal.