Thank You, Daddy

Dear Kerry,

Fatherhood has brought out the best in you as a person and a husband and made the bond of our marriage so much stronger. I’m so thankful for the love and devotion you give to Clara and the love and support you give to me. When she was in my tummy, I would talk to her and tell her she was going to be a wonderful person like you…kind, selfless, loving, giving, caring, intelligent, funny, and strong, yet sensitive.

I love you so much,

Jubers

PS. Since Clara hasn’t exactly learned to write yet, she wanted me to help her thank you for Father’s day…

 

Thank you, Daddy, for helping bring me into this world.

Oct.2010

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for holding me close.

Oct.2010

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for supporting me.

Oct.2010

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for holding me up.

Oct.2010

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for letting me grab on to you.

Dec. 2010

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for putting me to sleep.

Jan. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for building a foundation for me.

Jan. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for being by my side.

March 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for sharing your TCU spirit with me.

March 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for taking me to music class.

April 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for laughing with me.

May 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for taking me to my first Ranger’s Game.

Sept. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for teaching me to love animals.

Oct. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for wearing my Halloween costume.

Oct. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for eating my Halloween candy.

Oct. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for drumming on pumpkins with me.

Oct. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for playing nosie with me.

Nov. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for buying healthy foods for me.

Nov. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for spending time outdoors with me.

Nov. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for rough housing with me.

Dec. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for all of the kisses.

Dec. 2011

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for experiencing new sights and sounds with me.

Feb. 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for getting dressed up with me.

April 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for reading me stories.

April 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for letting me pick bluebonnets.

April 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for creating backyard adventures.

April 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for playing on the floor with me.

April 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for the dress up clothes.

May 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for building me a table with an exploration bin.

May 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for teaching me to love nature.

May 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for being my buddy.

May 2012

 

 

Thank you, Daddy, for holding my hand.

June 2012

 

Thank you, Daddy, for loving me.

I love you more than you can ever imagine.

Happy Father’s Day 2012.

Love,

Clara

If I Can Grow A Person, I Can Grow A Veggie

The jury is still out on this one, so I probably shouldn’t get ahead of myself. There are no veggies yet, but we started a square foot garden yesterday and planted seeds and a few transplants. Now it’s Water, Watch, and Wait. A Wish probably wouldn’t hurt either.

I hate to admit that I’m somewhat of a control freak, although I’m working on NOT being one. Ironic, I know. Luckily I have an understanding and patient husband. We also communicate very well and openly and love each other despite our individual faults or maybe even because of them. Needless to say, I really hate that I can’t “control” what the seed is going to do or know what will become of it. It’s one thing trying to control life in the moment, but trying to control the future… now that takes Super Powers!

I guess I don’t have super powers…shucks.

So I bought the square foot gardening book that a friend recommended and I’m so glad I did! The author, Mel Bartholomew, makes it all seem so easy. He lays out the process in a clear and entertaining fashion and really sells you on the idea of square foot gardening. It seems to be a fool proof, guaranteed success. Great for a control freak (I hate saying that). Do I have to be a freak? Why not a control goddess or something? Since I want to control the perception of whoever is reading this, I want you to know I’m not THAT much of a control freak. It’s just a small part of me. Really though…I’m just trying to be funny. HaHa! (nervous laugh)

Anyway, my main inspiration for this garden is that I want Clara to grow up eating fresh, homegrown vegetables. I also want it to be an activity and project we share together as a family. Plus, I’m already partly a granola mommy, so I might as well take some more steps in that direction! But don’t worry honey, you can always count on a smooth underarm.

 

 

 

To Be A Kid Again

Daddy and Clara on the train

Swimming in the pool, playing in the park, watching animals at the zoo, riding roller coasters, jumping on a trampoline, and discovering new sights, sounds, and smells are all magical when you’re a child. I remember feeling excitement and anticipation at the thought of these activities as a kid.

We took Clara on her first train ride this weekend. When the three of us do things together as a family, I feel like a kid again with so much happiness and pure joy in the moment.

It was a cold, breezy, but sunny Sunday afternoon in February. While passengers were boarding the Forest Park Miniature Railroad, Clara held my hand as we walked from the engine to the caboose waving to people in the train cars. “All aboard!” said the conductor as we hopped on next to Daddy, squished together to stay warm and cozy in one seat.

As we started to move, I noticed the wonder on her face as we began this new adventure. The cold wind from the Trinity blew on our faces as families on bicycles rode by. “Look!” I would say. “A bicycle!…a doggie!.. ducks!…a waterfall!…a bridge!…a park!”. Who knew all of these things could be so exciting? Mommy and daddy were just as thrilled as she was to point out the sites that passed by. And to top it off, passerby’s waved with big smiles, bringing such joy to the present moment.

Just when things couldn’t get any better, the train stopped for a popcorn break. She was too busy watching the sites to see us “sharing” the popcorn until the very end when I gave her a few small pieces of salty goodness. As the train curved around the bend to go back to the depot, we could finally see the rest of the train and wave to the other passengers. “Choo Choo! Choo Choo!” She’s heard that sound before in songs and books, but now she can associate them with the real thing!

I am so thankful to share these special moments as a family and to experience life as a kid again.