m&d…

My parents.

My parents. No my father is not George Lucas or Santa Claus.

Growing up I was the favorite…at least that is what I told everyone including my parents, just in case they didn’t know or possibly forgot. Okay, I just wanted to be the favorite.  I grew up with two stinky brothers pestering me constantly and telling me I was adopted all the time.  There was a time when, I wondered if it was true. Erik would point out that no one else had blonde hair or green eyes. Kev would say I was too tall to be born into this family.  They were such turds.  Mom and Dad were adamant that I wasn’t adopted and produced enough evidence such as looking like the rest of my female cousins and a birth certificate stating I was their biological child, that I stopped listening to Erik and Kevin. I think the boys were just jealous since I was M&D’s favorite after all.

Mom's birthday at the farm.

Mom’s birthday at the farm.

This morning I was talking to God and telling him how grateful I am for all the blessings in my life, especially my parents.   I made it around to them twice. So what prompted the out pouring of gratitude this morning? My parents were the last thing on my mind last night before falling asleep.  I got to thinking about how much they mean to me and all they have done for me.  Even now they are very protective of their grown daughter. I realized a long time ago; we don’t get to pick who we get for parents or what kind of family we are born into, but I hit the freaking jackpot with my family.  Heck yeah we’re dysfunctional as the next family. We have issues. (Have you read my blog?)  There’s a lot of wit, sarcasm, and humor along with love in my family.  No one is gooshy or gooey in my family.  There is this sense of closeness always.  We all know we love each other, but we don’t have to say it every time one of us heads out the door. Even though M&D travel all over the place in the RV and I will go months without seeing them, we remain tight. So it’s ok. I know I say that like they need my approval to be gone.  I’m just a momma and daddy’s girl which I will gladly admit. I spend a lot of time with them when they are home, and I go south every spring break with the kids to visit them at their chosen snowbird location.  Usually, it’s Texas or Florida.

On the porch with Dad and Em.

On the porch with Dad and Em.

If I were to sit down and list all the things I need to thank my parents for I’d run out of paper and ink. Just last week they came over to my house to watch the OU Football game with me.  Are they OU fans? Not really but they love me and my kids, and it gave us the opportunity to hang out. Mom and I need little excuse to cook so; she made chili and during the second half of the game I whipped up some chocolate chip cookies.  She, Brooke and I camped out on the couch for most of the game giving each other double high five’s when we scored, which by the way was a lot. We bonded over food and me teaching Mom about the different player positions on the field.  She went to all my games in Jr. High and Highschool watching football and basketball games while I cheered and now she watches my favorite team with me.  How awesome is that? Dad joined us on the couch for the second half and I got to curl up beside him, just like I did when I was a kid. That small act of cuddling with my Dad brought back memories of napping with him on Sunday afternoons in his lazy boy.

One of my favorite pics of the two of them.

One of my favorite pics of the two of them.

My parents have been my rock this last year. They have been there for me through it all.  I’m such a lucky and blessed girl. Thank you M&D. Love you.

daisies, coffee, and chocolates,

holly

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