Showing posts with label Fathers Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fathers Day. Show all posts

Monday, June 22, 2009

Now Look Who Is Matching...

The Father's Day Surprise....Mission Accomplished
As my parents arrived at Church today, they were greeted by Katherine and Megan in the foyer. The surprise...this was in Orlando at their Chapel. The girls and I drove up the Turnpike this morning and made it to Church in time to attend meetings with my parents....this was a surprise for my dad. Thanks mom for helping me make this happen.

One detail I forgot to cover with my mom....I am wearing my turquoise sweater...the one just like yours. Oh well, I don't mind one bit. Now that the girls have graduated from the "Matchy Matchy" season...look who IS "Matchy Matchy"
After Church meetings, we enjoyed Dinner, Naps, and a lively game of Phase 10 (is there any other type of Phase 10 game with our crew?) We remembered to bring our Phase 10 Family Score Book. (Yes, we are serious. we keep a log of all scores and games played for posterity) Click on that link for details.
During our game, family members kept calling to wish dad a Happy Father's Day...we had to keep passing the phone around to each other, lest we be interrupted. Sorry to those of you who thought we were not attentive when you called (we weren't, but we still love you!).
While we were playing...Ron and Andrew arrived in Salt Lake Valley after a 4 day Road Trip. The Green Machine has been named "The Green Bean".
Do you have a favorite family game?
Do you have a Family Score Book?
Do you love surprising people?
Can you believe my girls are out of the Matchy Matchy season?

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Read and Re-Read

This is worth the read...save it for a quiet moment...
You'll be glad you read it.
Father's and Mother's Day are the most difficult days to be the speaker in Church, at least, for me, this is the case. This is not because of my own challenges (I could speak for hours about my amazing father and the person he is), yet, due to the challenges of those I am responsible to deliver a meaningful message to, those who consider attendance at Church on these two days extremely challenging.
When I am asked to speak, I am keenly aware that emotions run the highest highs and lowest lows as people attend Church Services on these two day. With the desire to say something uplifting, meaningful, and encouraging, my mind and heart race over the multitude of thoughts and feelings that need to be acknowledged.
Many people come from seemingly stellar families with an endless supply of support, others have ambivalent feelings, and yet, too many others have pain, anger, and sorrow bubble to the surface as they attend Church Service on Fathers and Mothers Day.
The article below was in The Palm Beach Post on Friday, June 19. Just in time for Fathers Day weekend. As you read it, I am certain you will see why I recommend every person read it and then re-read it. The message applies to so many relationships.
If you have some fences that need mending...you may have the strength and courage to reach out and make the first move toward healing.
If I were the speaker this Sunday (which, I am not) this article would assist me in giving words to the thoughts and feelings I would want to say for those who attend Father's Day Sunday Services with a heavy heart.
A Lost-and-Found Father
By Rhonda Swan (The Green highlights and italics are added by me)
Palm Beach Post Columnist
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I am responsible for what I see. I can elect to change all thoughts that hurt.
I could see peace instead of this. The past is over - it can touch me not.
This instant is the only time there is. Today I will judge nothing that occurs.
I am never upset for the reason I think.
Forgiveness is the key to
happiness.
- Hugh Prather-
Finding the perfect Father's Day card always has been a challenge.
Most depict idyllic father-daughter relationships that weren't my experience.
My dad left our family when I was 8. The memory of his departure - my mom, my four younger siblings and I huddled together, crying, as he walked out the door - will forever remain stored on my cerebral hard drive.
It was far from a Hallmark moment.
And it would take 35 years for my dad and me to dissect that memory.
During those intervening years, I would come into adulthood unaware of the enormous impact of his absence.
Loss and abandonment are difficult for children and adolescents to articulate as anything other than anger and sadness.
The subconscious is amazing. Once you've lived with those feelings long enough, they become as normal a part of your existence as breathing. The mere suggestion that you might have "issues" because of those feelings seems ludicrous.
I had accepted the fact that my father and I didn't have what I considered a meaningful relationship. It was what it was. I loved him, and I knew he loved me. And that was good enough.
Sure, as a child I resented the fact that quality time was a concept about which he seemed to have little knowledge. But that was then. I was over it.
I was grateful that every year my dad took the time to bring my siblings and me to our family reunions. We established close relationships with long-distance relatives, and we learned the meaning and value of extended family.
So I was capable of seeing and appreciating the good.
Issues? Me? Whatever!
OK, so he remarried and had another family. Again, that bothered me as a kid. But that's ancient history, now that I have a family of my own.
Denial? Not me!
Or so I thought.
It would take a relatively insignificant incident on a Thanksgiving Day three yeas ago to open my eyes. In the middle of a rant over the perceived slight, I had an epiphany. I wasn't upset about what was happening in that moment but what had happened in the past. After years of believing that I was over it, I discovered that I wasn't.
"Wait a minute," I said to my dad, mid-tirade, "we don't need a meeting to work this out. We need a meeting to work us out."
That meeting was one of the most liberating experiences of my life.
No blame. No drama. Just questions. And honest answers.
As a result, I was able to forgive my dad, recognizing that he did - as we all do - the best he could at his level of awareness. I realized that I could go back to the future. Being an adult didn't negate my need for a relationship with my dad.
And it was only too late if we let it be. I couldn't have the relationship I felt that I had missed out on as a child. But I certainly could have something much more meaningful than what unconscious pain and resentment had thus far allowed as an adult
.
For my birthday, my dad gave me a copy of one of his favorite books, A Course in Miracles.
The Course says: "Grievances darken your mind, and you look out on a darkened world. Forgiveness lifts the darkness, reasserts your will, and lets you look upon a world of light."
With Father's Day coming Sunday, the one thing for which I'm most grateful is that light. It's allowed me to see and accept my dad's love and wisdom and freely give my love in return. Ours is not an idyllic relationship. But it's one worth treasuring just the same.
What do you think?
This article applies across the board to relationships,
do you agree?
Are Mothers and Fathers Day difficult for you?
What about speaking in Church on those days?
Happy Father's Day Weekend!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Cinnamon Roll Icing

Cinnamon Roll Icing Perfection
This is my "Post Father's Day" recipe.
Several years ago,
I started a tradition at Church for Fathers Day. The last 15
minutes of meetings, the Men and Young Men are dismissed
from class to go enjoy a feast of Homemade Cinnamon Rolls
and Milk.. There are a few
guidelines...the rolls must be homemade and there must be
a huge amount! Plenty for second and third helpings.
I highly recommend this tradition. It is highly anticipated,
totally enjoyed, and still going strong!
Below is an icing recipe from my mom...you must try it!

My mom makes THE BEST Cinnamon Rolls, hands down. As if she could not improve her specialty..she did. She has perfected the icing. Oh my....try this!!!!
Cinnamon Roll Icing
4 oz. Cream Cheese, Softened
4 Tbsp Butter (1/4 Cup)
1 lb (1Box) Powdered Sugar
1 tsp Vanilla Extract
1 tsp Almond Extract
1/8-1/4 Cup Water (depending on consistency)
This icing makes any Cinnamon Roll Recipe even better!!!!
There you are...another paper off my desk with posting this.
Curt got married Mothers Day Weekend, Jeffrey got married Fathers Day weekend (last week-which is why this is a Post-Father's Day recipe) With our track record...Andrew will get married Christmas Eve.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Happy Father's Day

Happy Fathers Day
This photo of Ron and his Stepfather, Dave was taken Friday, June 13th
at Jeffrey and Alison's Wedding in the LDS Orlando Temple
As a result of Dave accepting the Gospel of Jesus Christ many years ago,
I have an amazing husband. Click HERE to read more about Dave.

This is my dad and mom at the Wedding Reception later that evening...

Not only are they amazing people.... they are amazing dancers.

I LOVE LOVE to dance....this must be where it comes from.
Here is my dad and my sister, Jenni at the Wedding Reception.
I am grateful for a Father who always pointed me to the Gospel of Jesus Christ
and for the fact that he has strived to live an Christ-like life.

Happy Father's Day to All The Amazing Men in My Life!

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Fathers Day Idea

Father's Day...

I have had a few requests for my
Father's Day Post from Last Year...
Click Here

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Hip Grandpa

Fathers Day Weekend
As a kickoff to Fathers Day, I begin with a December 1993 photo of my dad... the "Hip" Grandpa dancing with Jeffrey, *Curt, Andrew, and our dog, Bagel (on the floor, center) is, no doubt, howling and wanting in on the dance. This is in our kitchen at the house in Royal Palm Beach. Bagel was one year old.
Being a "Hip" Grandpa takes on an entirely new meaning at this moment in time. Monday, June 18, just to make sure he is as hip as possible, my dad is having major hip surgery. Keep him and my mom in your prayers.
*Attention... he is having surgery on his right hip...the one Curt is bumping. NOTE: Andrew is not bumping Grandpa's right hip. Andrew cannot be blamed for the surgery need.
Uncle Brent is in the background near the Christmas tree with Grandma at the table.