Wayne received a very accurate Papa shirt, and many things for grilling on his Traeger including gloves, spices and rubs!
We celebrated with Alex's parents as well. They came out and wore masks and kept a good distance for fear of covid, but it was still good to talk to them. Alan Buzelli got a Vovo shirt which is grandfather in Portuguese.
Our cute Friend Paula Carlson came too. We love her grounding presence.
I love watching my boys be fathers. Monson, Addison, Landon, and my bonus son Alex all do a great job at it. They are helpful to their spouses, changing diapers and attending to the menial things, and also being tender when they need to be and teaching lessons and loving. IT's such a gift to see this love extended to all of our grandchildren.
Wayne is an amazing dad. He's kind and patient, and will do anything and go out of his way to help all of his children. He lives the gospel and is a wonderful Christ-like example.
I’ve been thinking about my dad today. I am so blessed to have him as a father. My father taught me so much when he wasn’t trying to teach. I learned things at odd moments.
He was a man of his time where he worked and mom stayed home and taught dance classes in the garage. But Dad was always the breakfast cook. He was chipper in the morning and serving up oatmeal, malt- meal, eggs and toast or pancakes. We had to beg for cereal. He always laid out our vitamins and fluoride pills every morning as well.
Then when I went to HS, mom finished college and worked more hours as a full-time teacher, Dad really stepped up. He was so pleased with his Sheri and all she was doing. She drove him nuts and He loved to admire her.
Dad had to learn to be okay with a busy, passionate wife. She was doing productions and dragging him into them. He was a background guy...until he wasn’t. He loved to sing the part of Jacob Marley for 40 years…. “I wear a chain.”
Dad tried to learn a language. When RosaLinda from Mexico stayed at his home for a year, he did his best to learn a bit of Spanish. He really only said a few spanish words really loud. But he tried.
Dad always had us work before we played on all of the summer holidays and Saturday. Always morning glory to pull out of the bushes, and weeds to pull.
Dad always talked about his “flexible Schedule” which he would tout as soon as we pulled out of the driveway for any boating day, or vacation.
Dad loved growing, picking and eating tomatoes. HE was so excited to get one sliced up and put on white bread with mayo, salt and pepper. I can see his delighted face around all of this.
These random thoughts are flooding my memory. Such odd, little snippets of Dad wisdom that taught me a lot.
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