Happy Valentines day Papa. London says "Dear Yackie, I want you to be safe and good." We love you! You're a great Papa.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Father's Day Dad! 2010
Dad,As I was putting together these pictures I thought that hopefully next year at this time we will have had a lot more pictures together. Justin also rubbed it in that he actually gets to hang out with you today (stinker). It will be so nice to be closer to you! Devin's especially looking forward to fun fishing, crabbing, and hunting trips with you, and the girls can't stop talking about moving closer to their Papa and Grandma.
Thank you for all of the phone calls, love, and support. I am grateful to be able to council with you during good times and bad and for the example that you are.
We hope that you have a WONDERFUL Father's Day!
Love you Tons!
-Jeanie
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Father's Day 2010
Hey Dad, Happy Father's Day! I hope that you feel our love for you, and our gratitude for the great man you are, for your desires and efforts for the best things for us, and willingness to help us in any way that you can.
I have to tell you that I've leaned so much on your support, faith, and love this year. I can’t tell you how much it meant to us to have you and mom be able to be here with us during some very difficult times this year. I'll never forget walking into that waiting room at Utah Valley Hospital, walking right past you because my head was hung down so low, and hearing a very familiar "Hey!" Turning around to see you there that night gave me such a boost!
Your countless prayers in our behalf, uplifting and encouraging words, and acts of kindness make you the man I'm so proud and grateful to call my father. I am also happy to have your great influence around Brayden, Maddie, KoKo, and Lion. They sure love their grandpa!! I love you and hope this day even though we're not in the same room, I hope you can feel my arms around you. Happy Father's day Dad... Love your son, Joe
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Happy Fathers Day Dad!
Hey Dad,
Sure am thinking about you this morning! Happy Father's day. I love you and the great person that you are. Headed to meetings this morning but we will skype you after church. We love you! Joe, Tam, & Fam.
Sure am thinking about you this morning! Happy Father's day. I love you and the great person that you are. Headed to meetings this morning but we will skype you after church. We love you! Joe, Tam, & Fam.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Happy Birthday!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! Thanks so much for all the love and support you have given me over the years! I think it is so awesome that you were able to be at all my games and such. Not everyone's parents are able to be at games and such and it meant alot that you were ALWAYS there no matter if the game was in Dallas or Washington, YOU WERE THERE! I hope you are having a great day and enjoy this blog! I love you dad! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Love, Spank
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Love you!
Happy Birthday Dad! We all love you so very much. You are a great Dad and Papa. I love how much our little girls adore you! Thank you for all of the advice and for being there when I have needed an ear to talk to. I've loved how our relationship has evolved through the years to a great father-daughter friendship. I can't wait for Lincoln to be able to spend time with his Papa and learn the fine art of hunting. We hope that you have a wonderful day and are able to relax and enjoy it.
We have more pics that we want to post but don't have them with us, it will be something to look forward to.
Love you forever.
Jeanie
We have more pics that we want to post but don't have them with us, it will be something to look forward to.
Love you forever.
Jeanie
DAD
Hey Dad, Happy B-Day and Fathers Day. You Da Man! I'm so lucky to have a Dad as Hee as you. From Tee Ball, Baseball, Basketball, Boy Scouts, Football to cheering me on teaching me important lessons to now you have always been there for me. Teaching me to attempt a free throw, helping me make big decisions, to hiking in the woods hunting and fishing . YOU ARE THE BEST DAD A SON COULD ASK FOR. I have some big shoes to fill. I Love You -Jed
A few thoughts
Hey Dad, Happy Birthday and Happy Fathers Day!!! I wanted to put this Blog togther because I thought it would be special. I wish I could be there to give you a big hug, but this will have to do. Dad you are an incredible, friend, example, and DAD! Any guy can father a child, but it takes a real man to be a DAD, and you are! I love you so much and am so greatful for your love, friendship, hard work, sacrifice, sense of humor, prayers on our behalf, and example. Looking over these pictures there are so many great things we have done togehter and, and you have taught me so much. How I wish that we had all had the chance to be a little closer (in distance) I hope that in the future my kids will get to spend a lot more time around you and mom and really get to know the wonderful parents who raised me. Thanks for being such great gradparents to our kids, and for your love and kindness to Tammy and I. You have taught me so much. Below are a few poems that often make me think of you, and the man you have taught me to be. Cant wait to see you in August, and then again in September!!
Love your son, Joe
also Tam, Brayden, Madisen, and Koelle
Good Timber
by Douglas Malloch
The tree that never had to fightFor sun and sky and air and light,But stood out in the open plainAnd always got its share of rain,Never became a forest kingBut lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toilTo gain and farm his patch of soil,Who never had to win his shareOf sun and sky and light and air,Never became a manly manBut lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease:The stronger wind, the stronger trees;The further sky, the greater length;The more the storm, the more the strength.By sun and cold, by rain and snow,In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth,We find the patriarchs of both.And they hold counsel with the starsWhose broken branches show the scarsOf many winds and much of strife.This is the common law of life.
by Douglas Malloch
The tree that never had to fightFor sun and sky and air and light,But stood out in the open plainAnd always got its share of rain,Never became a forest kingBut lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toilTo gain and farm his patch of soil,Who never had to win his shareOf sun and sky and light and air,Never became a manly manBut lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease:The stronger wind, the stronger trees;The further sky, the greater length;The more the storm, the more the strength.By sun and cold, by rain and snow,In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth,We find the patriarchs of both.And they hold counsel with the starsWhose broken branches show the scarsOf many winds and much of strife.This is the common law of life.
The Race
attributed to Dr. D.H. "Dee" Groberg
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face, my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race. A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well, excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell. They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son, and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire, to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire. One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.” But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip, the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace, and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face. As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now. Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face, which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!” He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all, and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again. He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace. “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!” So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last. “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!” Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten... but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again. Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye. “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try? I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.” But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all, for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place! You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!” So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit, and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit. So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been, still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again. Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place, head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace. But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place, the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race. And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud, you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.” “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face, the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race. For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all. And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face, another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”
attributed to Dr. D.H. "Dee" Groberg
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face, my downward fall is broken by the memory of a race. A children’s race, young boys, young men; how I remember well, excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell. They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son, and each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one.
The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire, to win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire. One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.” But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip, the little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped. Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace, and midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face. As he fell, his hope fell too; he couldn’t win it now. Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face, which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!” He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all, and ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, his mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again. He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace. “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”
But through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face with a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!” So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last. “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!” Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten... but trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again. Defeat! He lay there silently. A tear dropped from his eye. “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try? I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “I’ll live with my disgrace.” But then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all, for all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place! You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!” So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit, and he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit. So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been, still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again. Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered another boy who crossed the line and won first place, head high and proud and happy -- no falling, no disgrace. But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line, in last place, the crowd gave him a greater cheer for finishing the race. And even though he came in last with head bowed low, unproud, you would have thought he’d won the race, to listen to the crowd. And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.” “To me, you won,” his father said. “You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face, the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race. For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all. And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face, another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”
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