Happy Birthday Dad

Today is our dad’s birthday and to celebrate, we thought it would be fun to reminisce about our favorite dad moments. Happy Birthday Dad…we hope you enjoy it!

Dad and Emily on her wedding day

Our dad was a typical dad of daughters.  He nurtured our love for sports and dug his heels in while being dragged to our “girlie” activities where he was a grown man cheering on teenage girls jumping around and high kicking.  I think by the time I started cheerleading in high school, he realized that these girlie activities were not going to stop any time soon.  We always knew dad enjoyed attending basketball games more than cheerleading competitions because there was something for him to watch.  Of course, he would watch with a careful eye and smile on his face as we performed but he sure was glad when the game play started again.

Sometime around my junior year of high school, my mom and I were watching a cheerleading competition on ESPN.  My dad enters the room and, of course, makes a snide comment about how there must be some football on TV somewhere.  Mom and I pay no attention and keep discussing the routines.  About 10 minutes later, an amazing squad is performing some really cool stunt sequences.  My mom and I discuss what ideas we could take from it and still be legal in the state of Missouri.  We start talking about a specific move and in chimes my dad “That stunt is illegal due to the flyers feet leaving her bases hands”.  My mom and I were stunned!  After all of those years being exposed to something that we thought he knew nothing about and he surprised us.  Somewhere along the way he gained the knowledge to officially be called a “Cheer Dad!” and never have I been so proud to have him be MY dad!

God chose our dad to be the father of four girls, and he couldn’t have picked a more perfect guy.  He always knew exactly what to say when our hearts got broken and knew when the topic of our worry would be better suited for mom. 🙂  He was protective, yet allowed us to grow and make mistakes.  He is still the most wonder father and grandfather and I can’t wait to see him with his first grandaughter!

Wow!  When you’re asked to put into words a memory of your parent that you cherish, you think “where do I start?”  Once you get started you begin to think “where do I stop?”  So, because I couldn’t sit down and focus on only one memory that I have of my father, I’m going to share a couple of memories with you!

Dad and Tory playing in the snow

Since this post is so close to Valentine’s Day, the first thing that popped into my head was how much of a romantic, caring man my father is to this day.  I remember, starting in middle school and continuing through high school, all of us girls receiving roses on Valentine’s Day from our father so that we felt special and loved even though we might not have had a special someone at the time.  I remember dad handing us girls $50 dollars and telling us all to go to the movies so that he could spend an evening alone with my Mom.  I remember him always calling Mom and us girls beautiful, even when we didn’t feel that way.  Through all these memories and many more, my dad has taught me and my sisters through example, how every man should treat the women in his life–with love and respect.

Then I started to remember some of the more amusing memories I have of my father.  Once, while riding in the car with my father on Thanksgiving morning, he accidentally hitting a quail that had flown onto the road.  Now most people would keep on driving and hope that the car wasn’t damaged, but my father decides to stop the car and check on the bird.  He determined that while it was definitely dead, it was still in decent enough shape for human consumption.  So he throws the bird in the back of the truck and proceeds to take it home so that we can enjoy a meal of quail on Thanksgiving.  My mom threw a fit when he brought that home!  She absolutely refused to prepare the bird for dinner.  Determined to have his quail on the dinner table, my father cleans the bird himself and pops it in the oven to cook.  Come dinner time, the quail had its own serving dish right next to the turkey!  I can’t remember all the details, but I believe he and I were the only ones to actually eat that particular dish.  Even though it may have looked and smelled delicious, that fact that is was roadkill prevented the rest of my family from trying the dish.

While there are too many wonderful memories to share in one post, there is always a consistent theme of love, acceptance, and laughter in all of them.  Happy birthday dad, we love you!

Our father is amazing and just picking one memory to talk about is extremely hard to do!  I can say that when I needed my father, whether I knew it or not, he has always been there for me.  When I started singing in front of the church, I was so nervous about every song that I shared, but he was always in the back and in my line of vision with a giant smile on his face.  I sometimes couldn’t look at him because I would either start laughing or crying based on the song and his expression.

Katie and Dad at the bowling alley

Most of my favorite memories always happened at his office.  My father owns his own veterinarian office and, when I was growing up, I would spend a lot of my time with him there.  He taught me to tie my shoes on a stack of chairs while he was waiting for an emergency to come in.  I was his little helper at work and I loved just spending time with him.  While the animals were under anesthesia during surgery, he would let me hold the tail of the dog or cat so it wouldn’t get in the way.  I was young and I didn’t know what anesthesia was, but I was right there standing still, holding that tail like it was the most important part of the surgery.

Throughout the past couple years I have had many struggles that, at times, made me want to give up.  When I thought I was at my end, daddy would send me a letter, card or a simple text telling me how proud he is of me and how I am so strong because of all my troubles.  He would say that I am beautiful and that no matter what would happen he would always be there for me.  His uplifting words kept me going, because with him just saying how proud he is of me, I would want to try even harder to be the women he knows that I can be.

Daddy,

You are my encourager and my support system. God has blessed me so much with two amazing parents that would do anything for anybody.  I don’t know how you both do it, but I know that I would not be the person I am today because of you!  I love you both with all my heart!

One of my favorite memories of my dad is also one of my earliest. When I was little, about 3 years old, I got hungry one day and decided to make myself a snack. I laugh because as a mother of 2 boys, I know that no good can come of a 3-year-old making themselves a snack. Anyway, I went to the kitchen to make my favorite snack, applesauce and bread (hey, don’t knock it till you

Hilary and Dad

tried it). I gathered the bread and jar of applesauce, and gracefully placed it all on the coffee table in the living room (I wanted to eat my snack and watch my cartoons at the same time). Well, needless to say, a few minutes later, my mom comes in, sees the mess and immediately sends me to my room….WITHOUT my favorite applesauce and bread. Sitting on my top bunk, I sat and cried and cried, “I’m so hungry. My tummy hurts!” I don’t know how long I cried, but as I lay facedown on my bed, crying into my pillow, I heard someone come in my room. Looking up, it was my Daddy. He gently whispered, “Don’t tell Mommy”, placed something in my hand and snuck out of my room. Surprised, I looked at my hand to discover the holy grail of snacks…Vienna Sausages. Quickly, I opened the can and gobbled them all up. I don’t remember what happened next, but I’m sure I fell asleep, dreaming of my knight and shining armor, who saved the beautiful princess with a can of Vienna Sausages. From then on, I always knew that no matter what, my Daddy would take care of me.

Dad, as I write this, I can’t help but think about all the times you came to my rescue. Thanks for always being there for me. I love you.

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Resolutions

Our very messy closet

Every year I do it. I make resolutions that I am determined to keep, only to find myself easing back into my old, comfortable way of living. Last year I was going to lose weight. The year before, I was going to lose weight. The year before…well, let’s just say there’s a definite trend. This year is different. This year I’m putting my foot down. Yep, this year I am BOYCOTTING resolutions. That’s it, you heard it here first. A woman swearing off the need to announce on January 1 that she is going to lose weight, travel the world, climb a mountain, fix the economy, wash her hair every day, cook 10 meals at home a day, whatever. This year I’m taking a stand! Now saying this, that doesn’t mean I can’t set goals, right? I mean, it’s good to have goals. One personal goal I set when I started running was to run a half-marathon. Check…currently in training and signed up to run in April. Another goal was to try to be more frugal at home. Check…already couponing up a storm, using homemade laundry soap, and cutting back unnecessary expenses. My last goal was to finally get this house organized and…hmm…that one didn’t seem to get started. As you can see by my linen closet, organization is not my family’s strong point.

Neatly rolled up towels

So, I decided to buckle down conquer my overwhelming phobia of “a place for everything and everything in its place” and just get organized. My obvious first choice, the linen closet, got a complete facelift. First, I emptied the entire closet (my husband LOVES when I do this) and sorted my linens by category: bedsheet sets, towels, hand towels, wash clothes, blankets, and tablecloths (these got moved to my new buffet as you will later see). Then, I gave the closet a good dusting (you’d be surprised how many dust bunnies are hiding in your closet). Next, I inspected my linens closely for any damage or mismatched sets. After cutting several mismatched linens into shop towels, I was finally ready to put things back together. I had bought some clear plastic containers for this project at a local big box store for about $3.00 each. I wanted to use clear bins so I could see my items when looking for something in particular. Next, I added my linens to the bins. I rolled my towels for maximum space-saving, and stored my sheet sets in their pillowcases. I also placed them on the shelf according to use and reaching ability of small children. The last thing I did was label my bins so that anyone folding and putting away laundry would know exactly where to put them.

The finished project. A nice, neat, organized closet that my family can now use

This project took me about 2 1/2 hours to do from start to finish. We’ve had it this way for almost 4 weeks now, and as you can see, this system seems to work for us. Hopefully, this is the start of a beautiful, new, organized home. Let me know how you keep your home neat and organized. Trust me, I could use the advice 🙂
P.S. I’m currently working on my oldest son’s room and it is such a big project I will have to give you weekly updates. Look forward to more closet organization, headboard making, homemade curtains, and more (all on a very strict budget). I can’t wait to share it with you!

Welcome

This blog is an inspirational blog that allows us, as sisters, to express ourselves through God, crafts, and just our daily experiences of work, family, and friends. Each one of us is unique in our own ways and we are all in different walks of life right now, but the bond that we have as sisters will always be there.

The oldest, Hilary, has a family of four along with a nursing career that challenges her every time she walks through the door. Raising two boys has its challenges, but she makes it seem easy. Number two, Tory, is a dedicated business girl working in a big city. She is an independent soul with a creative mind that is expressed through her amazing knitting skills. Never underestimate a women with needles. The third, Emily, is a chemist raising a toddler with another special bundle on the way. Multitasking is an art with this one. That leaves the baby, Katie, who has recently graduated from college and is just trying to find the right path God is leading her too.

We just want to say thank you for taking the time to check out our little blog and ask that you to be patient with us. As stated before, we are all in different walks of life so it may take time to get this up and going; however, we promise that since this is a reflection of our crazy lives, you are not going to want to miss one thing!

God Bless,

The 4 Sisters

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