I will preface this post with one simple statement.
When I was a teenager, my dad’s family would all get together on Memorial Day weekend for their family reunion at a place called Harvey’s Circle B Campground (I think that’s right) for the Henderson gathering. My great-grandma Henderson (Grannie) had a couple thousand children and they would all bring their families every year. Continue reading “Tubes, canoes and family reunions”
I’m sitting at home for the first of two days off and it is fantastic. Don’t get me wrong. I love my job. It’s extremely challenging and pays very well.
The hours can get pretty long and I often feel like I spend more time at the mill than I do in my own home. However, for this evening, I’m just relaxing at the house.
Caleb is laying on the couch watching Garfield on Netflix. Sydney is up in her room, most likely watching Youtube videos on her tablet or talking to her cousin, Kennedy.
Mysaiah just got home from his job and I can hear him talking to my wife upstairs. The house is pretty calm, which is exactly how I like it.
Tomorrow morning, if weather permits, we will be making a trip down to Mt. Vernon to meet up with some friends for lunch at Ryan’s. They are former co–workers of ours from Baptist Children’s Home and Family Services in Carmi, IL and Patrick Henry Family Services in Brookneal, VA.
I am so thankful for my days off. I try my hardest not to just sit in front of the tv when I’m home. The temptation is always there. After all, I’ve had a hard week of work. I deserve to kick back and relax, right? Sure. And, my family gives me all the time to relax that I ever need.
But, that’s not really what being a parent is about, is it? See, I don’t love my weekends because it gives me a chance to relax. I love them because it gives me more time with the people that mean the absolute most to me.
It’s great for a person to have a job that they enjoy and that they can put an honest day’s work into. However, that job should be a way to provide for our family. As valuable as that is, it cannot even begin to compare to the time that we get to spend with our families when we are not at work.
Remember that this week while you are at work. You’re working for the weekend.
When that time comes, what will you do with it?
Life is Strange. Live it Well.
I was driving home from work last night, listening to a Youtube video by Mike Korzemba about Michael Jordan. The content of the video centered on David Thompson, who is a former NBA star who has been, for the most part, forgotten.
However, this dude was the guy who Michael Jordan patterned his game after. So, Korzemba’s point was that the world would not have had Michael Jordan (or at least the version of him that we know) if it had not been for David Thompson. Continue reading “Who are you influencing?”
I am so grateful for my family. Have you ever had a day where that hits you? I mean, they really are fantastic and I cannot fathom what life would be like without them. Each one of them holds their own place in my heart and their own significance in our home. Continue reading “The Strange Family”
My son has been pushing some boundaries over the last couple of days and it has me extremely frustrated (I know, who doesn’t experience this). A couple of nights ago, he seemingly was on a mission to destroy my very last nerve. He had been told to take a break from electronics for the night but repeatedly tried to get back on his mother’s laptop to play Roblox. Continue reading “Discipline Is Good”
It’s always interesting to look back at a family member who has passed on. Particularly when a decent amount of time has passed since it happened. What memories work there way to the surface when their name is mentioned? Are the memories good or are they bad? It probably had a lot to do with the kind of person they were. I mean, all of us have a good and bad side. While some people may have extremely fond memories of us, others might spit our names out of their mouths like a bad taste. Continue reading “Grandpa Big Ron”
Well. It’s about that time again. The school year has wound itself down. The residents are all making plans to go home. By the end of this evening, I will have one boy in my home that is not mine biologically. We do this every spring. We have now for the past eight years. This is the last time. Continue reading “On The Road Again”