Just wanted to write you a little note to thank you for all of your support, encouragement and advice over the years. Though you don't often seem to know how to show it, we all know that you care very deeply and want all of us to be successful and happy.
I have a lot of memories from growing up. For some reason the family vacations stick out most in my mind. We got to travel to different places and see different people that most didn't bother to discover because they were too busy going to the tourist traps. We got to appreciate the land we lived in and loving people that were of many different backgrounds. We also learned how to get over the fact that it was ok to drive around in a green station wagon and that it wasn't as important what car we drove, but that we had fun while we were in it together going places.
I'm grateful for the importance placed on learning, even though it was in many ways very subtle. Not in the form of degrees, but constantly striving to gain knowledge in the gospel, politics, the world around us, home improvement, and even in learning how to even simple tasks a little better. It seems that in the world we live in now, it will be even more important to constantly be learning something new and modifying our ways of thinking. For some reason I have many memories of you and Mom sitting in the living room reading scriptures, newspapers and books and that example was far more meaningful than being told to do so.
Whenever we seeing in primary (yes, since I am still in primary) the song "I'm so glad when Daddy comes home," I always think of a time (Nebraska and Michigan) where you would come home from work, sit in a recliner chair and allow us to scratch your head or take off those work shoes. The shoes had especially thin laces and they seemed to fit your feet like a glove - a very uncomfortable, ridged and plastic leather like glove. I remember it took a bit to get the laces loosened enough to be able to pull the shoe off. Sometimes I think it took so much energy that some of us would fall backwards on the floor if we didn't leverage our body balance correctly. Shall I mention that the air smelled differently after the shoe was off. Ha. I seem to remember wanting to take on this task as a little challenge to myself.
Anyway, thank you for the memories and the current conversations. I always enjoy talking about pop-economics, business psychology and other similiar topics with you. One of these days I will actually turn these things into a product or service.
Until then, thank you for everything and hope you have a wonderful Father's Day!
Love,
Rebecca
I have a lot of memories from growing up. For some reason the family vacations stick out most in my mind. We got to travel to different places and see different people that most didn't bother to discover because they were too busy going to the tourist traps. We got to appreciate the land we lived in and loving people that were of many different backgrounds. We also learned how to get over the fact that it was ok to drive around in a green station wagon and that it wasn't as important what car we drove, but that we had fun while we were in it together going places.
I'm grateful for the importance placed on learning, even though it was in many ways very subtle. Not in the form of degrees, but constantly striving to gain knowledge in the gospel, politics, the world around us, home improvement, and even in learning how to even simple tasks a little better. It seems that in the world we live in now, it will be even more important to constantly be learning something new and modifying our ways of thinking. For some reason I have many memories of you and Mom sitting in the living room reading scriptures, newspapers and books and that example was far more meaningful than being told to do so.
Whenever we seeing in primary (yes, since I am still in primary) the song "I'm so glad when Daddy comes home," I always think of a time (Nebraska and Michigan) where you would come home from work, sit in a recliner chair and allow us to scratch your head or take off those work shoes. The shoes had especially thin laces and they seemed to fit your feet like a glove - a very uncomfortable, ridged and plastic leather like glove. I remember it took a bit to get the laces loosened enough to be able to pull the shoe off. Sometimes I think it took so much energy that some of us would fall backwards on the floor if we didn't leverage our body balance correctly. Shall I mention that the air smelled differently after the shoe was off. Ha. I seem to remember wanting to take on this task as a little challenge to myself.
Anyway, thank you for the memories and the current conversations. I always enjoy talking about pop-economics, business psychology and other similiar topics with you. One of these days I will actually turn these things into a product or service.
Until then, thank you for everything and hope you have a wonderful Father's Day!
Love,
Rebecca
