tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-159449032024-02-17T02:52:06.861-06:00all the small thingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger533125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-19461661920936117662023-12-03T07:12:00.047-06:002023-12-03T07:12:00.144-06:00fifteen<p> Dear Bryce,</p><p>15 today...I have no words. (OK that's a lie, you know I have lots of words, but damn it is hard to put them into something that makes sense, but you know I'm going to try). This past year has not been the easiest, you've battled injuries and setbacks that have taken their toll, but I have watched you pick yourself up, dust yourself off and forge ahead more determined than ever to reach your goals. I have never met anyone more determined than you. When you set your mind to something, there is no stopping you. You work hard at absolutely everything you do, and it is so amazing to watch you push yourself to new heights. I can't believe you are in high school, and wrestling your first varsity matches the last couple of days. I know you have been waiting for that day for a long time so it filled me with so much joy to watch you out there doing what you love and leaving no doubt that you belong on that mat. I'm so excited to see what the rest of your freshman year has in store for you, to watch you continue to wrestle, play high school golf and to play baseball again this summer, you have so much to look forward to and so much more fun to be had. Keep your intensity and focus but remember to have some fun along the way. Dad and I are so proud of you, your work ethic and your heart. Hope 15 is all you wish for, you deserve nothing less. Happy Birthday Bryce, we love you so damn much (even though you make us crazy 90% of the timeđ)!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-63690957102572866042023-08-02T06:10:00.001-05:002023-08-02T06:10:35.446-05:00eighteen<p> Dear B,</p><p>How the hell are we here? When I started these letters on your first birthday eighteen was so far away, I wasn't even sure I would continue to write these...I always have good intentions, but my follow through is always lacking a bit. I truly am at a loss for words. Watching you grow and change over the last 18 years has been one of the biggest honors of my life. I'm so damn proud of you...your determination, your work ethic, your heart...you are really just one of a kind. It is unbelievable to me that you are starting your senior year, looking at colleges and planning for what I know will be an amazing future. It all is just happening a little too fast for me. (I know I still have one more year of you at home but as fast as the last eighteen years have gone, this next is going to go at warp speed) I'm going to miss hearing your voice (even your whining a tiny bit), listening to your ridiculous stories that seemingly have no point, watching you be an absolute dork when you are overtired, hearing your laugh and even seeing you roll your eyes every single day. I still expect our daily wordle and the vast amounts of tiktoks shared, but it definitely won't be the same without us giggling at the fact that every time you send a tiktok dad says "I want that time back!" (the man just doesn't appreciate our humor). I'm so excited to see what happens in this next year...a year that will be filled with so many lasts...but then so many firsts. If you see me tearing up at random times over the next year just know that the tears, while are certainly because of sadness, are mostly due to joy and pride. You have navigated the last 18 years with so much grace, determination and caring and I have no doubt you will do the same in the next 18. I love you so damn much. </p><p>Happy 18th sweet girl, may this be a year filled with happiness and beautiful memories, you deserve nothing less. </p><p>Love always,</p><p>mom</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-55985146371533177402022-12-03T07:54:00.000-06:002022-12-03T07:54:43.874-06:00fourteen<p> Dear Bryce,</p><p>I honestly don't know how we got here so quickly. It seems impossible that you are 14 already, I can't even wrap my brain around it. Quite frankly, you've always been an old soul in a little kids body, you (generally) act much older than you are and have been able to have a conversation with literally anyone since the time you were very young, but now you're not such a kid anymore. You have an intensity and drive, when it comes to things you love, that is admirable. You put your whole heart and soul into what you do (minus maybe your school work or household choresđ) and it is so very fun to watch you do the things you love. This week has not been the best for you...being sick the last 7+ days and missing out on wrestling meets has been really hard for you, but I have a feeling it will drive you to make up for lost time and you'll be back to your old self in no time. It blows my mind that you are getting your permit soon...too bad the DMV isn't open on Saturdays, the thought of you driving is equal parts terrifying and exciting, it unlocks a whole new set of worries for me and moves you a step closer to not needing your dad and I as much. We've still got some time before you can drive alone...but it is looming ever closer. From the moment you decided to come 4 weeks early, you have done things in your own time and in your own way. You have to find your own path and figure things out yourself, even if someone can point you in the right direction. I know someday this will be such a benefit to you and that you'll find a balance of taking advice and finding your own way. This year has not been easy, we've butted heads more time than I care to admit, but through it all I love you even more than I did that day you came into my life and I am so damn proud of the man you are becoming. Keep being you, kid...your future is so very bright. I love you more than words. I hope you have the best birthday and year ahead. I can't wait to see what come next.</p><p>Love you always, </p><p>Mom</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-91977011775550013482022-08-02T08:47:00.002-05:002022-08-02T08:47:21.853-05:00seventeen<p> Dear B,</p><p>I can't believe we've arrived at this point already, both at your birthday (because wasn't it <i>just</i> your birthday) and the fact that you are 17. I swear you were just 6 and getting ready to start kindergarten and here you are, ready to start your junior year and spending half your day at the community college taking classes. It's so clichĂ© but honestly, where did the time go? While focusing on and enjoying (mostly)the day to day the years just slipped past and you have grown into this beautiful, talented, hardworking, stubborn kind woman. It is hard to imagine this house without you in it every single day (good thing I have another 2 years to adjust) because honestly, 95% of the time I just love being around you, chatting and laughing about nothing, having your dad look at us like we've lost our minds when we're overtired and giggling about the dumbest things. You are absolutely the best parts of me and your dad. I cannot even begin to explain to you how in awe of you I am, by the things you do and the way you carry yourself. You are going to move mountains my sweet girl. Seventeen years ago you changed my life immeasurably and you have continued to change it every day since. You make my world, THIS world better. Keep being unapologetically yourself and sharing your heart with the world, it needs more strong and confident women. I wish I could give you a world that was better and safer...but I am confident you will navigate it with strength and grace, regardless of the situation. To say I am proud of you is such an understatement and I'm excited to see what this next year brings. I love you more than you can possibly imagine. Have the best day my sweet girl.</p><p>Love always,</p><p>Mom</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XOShqBa-IAmvS9HgmG3tyKfSsjngm2eh_3lc-eIGWBTUb94Ink6sNUWijJLEYn6Pt3O6P29Sixb_wwaA0MwqK3CANXR6ia6-nrrtjLz4kqHitGorsMm49bFftU1RZUim_Uuar-FMCPtOvYvNp4v4rSg-qWJ7qX4ir8hmSt8svoIfpnV7cg/s1917/bbday8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1p8DPEQUQOcJiYag2iQXfgtk7LoEmMLCwboKZoHnlVbjPL6ubB3gxlQgpZRg9bX3zk93r41v1HrqsI6K0rlxSFOmYRvHu9m0gR3-bKHFviQFsq07Fzz9zbthmQZQR2puSwTQ5B10YLWDFDpIyHfCarnzVkzNgwf9klpUCwfBqrHvZr2_Rw/s1917/bbday8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvR1m86sKtVhncRkF37XMwrXPhG33KI39A0xLIA0jIZ3pRzVh2R_IlFegKmj9T7chRAUwCr-OA4q_5edxAFKCojzHmzYNd6YTNy8Gl-DNgrioWDpvq5fA4yizkWwt1CmXlrZTg7diBZmYSsRE56GBLlv9nDAFMFIP19-eoejgnF9Db6Uj7g/s1936/bbday10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1936" data-original-width="1936" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvR1m86sKtVhncRkF37XMwrXPhG33KI39A0xLIA0jIZ3pRzVh2R_IlFegKmj9T7chRAUwCr-OA4q_5edxAFKCojzHmzYNd6YTNy8Gl-DNgrioWDpvq5fA4yizkWwt1CmXlrZTg7diBZmYSsRE56GBLlv9nDAFMFIP19-eoejgnF9Db6Uj7g/w640-h640/bbday10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-KyQjbMtZvkAJ6fOz_6BE3wr76b4JIvmeXLoJgWMWuOeztvFXDIafG1oKFnEb270dNY1gl6rav9wOAt_-qqiJPml5qH6NuXhGGxhfdsIkKPESi8_dJx0JN8uDRkmctMu-VtrgKNOA4ujPmqzAHVXMARVKzCeMBV_HoFyibpJqHXCeb-BaTg/s1917/bbday8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-89688971597646634002021-12-03T07:12:00.002-06:002021-12-03T07:12:00.198-06:00thirteen...<p> My Sweet Bryce,</p><p>How in the world are you 13 today? It just doesn't seem possible, I swear it was just yesterday that I was seeing your sweet face for the very first time and holding your tiny little 5lb 7oz body in my arms and wondering how I would ever be able to love you more than I did in that moment. Funny enough, as much as I loved you then (and it was a lot) it is no where near close to as much as I love you now. How do I even put into words this last year? It hasn't always been easy...trying to find a "new normal" amidst all of the craziness of covid and just life in general, but we're trying...day by day and we're getting there. You are not a kid who enjoys idle time. You need to be going, busy and around people. (You definitely didn't get this trait from me...there aren't many people who enjoy NOT being around people as much as I do đ) Sports still are a major part of your life...we are in the thick of wrestling season, but you're also playing jr. high basketball this year so I'm excited to see how that goes for you. I know it will not ever take the place of wrestling, so I'm just enjoying your little 2 year jaunt into this sport before high school hits and wrestling takes over the winter. Baseball, football and golf are still staples in your day to day, it has been so fun watching you compete for your school teams this year. We have been busy but you know we don't mind. Watching you do things that make you happy makes me happy. Last night as you snuggled up by me to watch a movie it hit me how you aren't a little boy anymore. You are an incredibly handsome, smart, kind, hilarious and sweet young man and I couldn't be more proud of the person you are growing into. Some days I miss that little boy who was my sidekick for the first three years of his life, but the person that little boy has changed into is pretty damn great too. I hope you have the best year yet and I hope you always know I love you with my whole heart. </p><p>Happy 13th Bryce!</p><p>Love you always and forever,</p><p>Mom.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUdNs2OlYnT9mKtAO7mOQNZLXdWdWVvCIoeXKSUA0H4HU0XL0kzEWf1unSaVdglWTJkZ7Rqn6PFP8gemFjcZwNirFV5ascePUwQiWPh80v2h4KgoQ4Q9ULpQZ5FY25Qtanivg/s2048/IMG_50161.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUdNs2OlYnT9mKtAO7mOQNZLXdWdWVvCIoeXKSUA0H4HU0XL0kzEWf1unSaVdglWTJkZ7Rqn6PFP8gemFjcZwNirFV5ascePUwQiWPh80v2h4KgoQ4Q9ULpQZ5FY25Qtanivg/w320-h213/IMG_50161.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiHfWAfsZXGSVA6IAFX-nAWxi_KD-DhFX3PBKp2uOWyTaV-asEYGDmSvBHrkDAUZIUuGN4-BltjQZSeSFff86UjrOn3XnJGCz2_PKc1-ROiVKuxUCC5iBitN1LDgm-UoQo5JQ/s2048/IMG_51301.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiHfWAfsZXGSVA6IAFX-nAWxi_KD-DhFX3PBKp2uOWyTaV-asEYGDmSvBHrkDAUZIUuGN4-BltjQZSeSFff86UjrOn3XnJGCz2_PKc1-ROiVKuxUCC5iBitN1LDgm-UoQo5JQ/s320/IMG_51301.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpOcUoaXRy5m-9X8tVvhNZ2iZY6ahLx-PC974rAtSIPn4qpZD0o5KhGY0pbOla7d9bREohJfJpbWJNR7AiFK3vrI9SMUY0AZLX5dKnmDeV66_25Un-VGM9UmoPQ2RPsrlA5aC/s2048/IMG_50161.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-74206305678042579892021-08-02T07:00:00.000-05:002021-08-02T07:02:53.351-05:00sixteen...<p> Dear B,</p><p>I truly cannot believe you turn 16 today. In so many ways it feels like just yesterday you made your way into this world and changed our lives forever. I was totally unprepared that day and I am equally as unprepared for this day and this new chapter of your life. I'm so excited for you and your new found freedom and independence but it is also a little sad for me...because even though I sometimes complain about shuttling you back and forth to practice, lessons, and appointments, I always secretly cherished those times where we would talk on those drives back and forth. Somedays they were tough conversations and tears, others just light hearted chats and laughs but one thing you could always count on was lots of off-key singing. This last year has had some ups and downs. Navigating your first year of high school along with all of the challenges of the pandemic certainly didn't make things easy, but in true B fashion...you made the best of it. You challenged yourself to try new things and step out of your comfort zone, and you discovered you loved speech and the spring musical (I won't even tell you I told you so). This year also brought new softball teammates and coaches into your life and I saw your love of softball come back tenfold. Your confidence has soared. It was probably my favorite thing about this year, watching you out there on that field or in the dugout with your teammates brings me so much joy, because I know it brings you so much joy. I am constantly in awe of the person and woman you are becoming. You are already so certain of who you are and your zero tolerance for BS is something I greatly admire. I hope these are qualities that continue to strengthen in time and that you always are kind and give people the benefit of the doubt, but stand firm in what you believe. You, my beautiful girl, are one of a kind and this world is a much brighter place with you in it. I can't believe how quickly we got to this place where you can drive and are so close to leaving home, but here we are and I can only hope we've prepared you to make good choices and that you always know, no matter what, how much you are loved. I also hope that you'll occasionally still let me ride along to your practices with you so we can sing at the top of our lungs and laugh until we cry. I love you sweet girl, with my whole heart. Happy 16th, I hope it is the sweetest one yet.</p><p>Love you always and forever,</p><p>Mother Amber (aka Mom đ)</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-27150686553999072072020-12-03T07:39:00.002-06:002020-12-03T08:26:12.554-06:00twelve...<p> Bryce,</p><p>Whew...this year has been a hard one. The year started out on a high note with you qualifying for AAU State Wrestling for the 2nd year in a row. It is always so much fun watching you compete. The season didn't end the way you wanted it to but you always worked hard and never gave up and we are so proud of you for always putting everything you have into everything you do. Shortly after the wrestling season was over "normal" life wasn't so normal anymore. This year has probably hit you the hardest...you are such a social person, always wanting to be on the go and with your friends and just around people in general. We tried to make the most of our family time, playing euchre and board games, but you just missed the normalcy of going to school, going to practice, having baseball games. Thankfully you were able to golf in the DAJT and the PGA Junior League again this year. You had a great year and have improved so much, now if you just wouldn't be so hard on yourself. You and dad got out on the course as much as you could and as long as the weather would allow, it has been a saving grace this year. I know being shut down again, just as wrestling was getting started is so hard on you...you miss your friends and your coaches and just competing, but it will get better. Things will probably not be "normal" for a while, but I know you will do what you always do, keep moving on and pushing forward to come back better. Nothing ever keeps you down long, so I have no doubt that this will only make you stronger in the long run. Dad and I are so proud of the young man you are becoming...you have a huge, soft heart, a kind, gentle soul, wisdom beyond your years, a laugh and smile that can turn around any bad day and a determination that will always keep you moving forward. Happy 12th Birthday, Bryce...you are loved beyond measure. I hope all your wishes come true this year!</p><p>Love always,</p><p>Mom</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_G0keXUwVEzo4cQFPPO036QBw6YibfYv4CfQP-qWgG72H8_zveAee6INN4Mvsm5PDzMYYgt8NbEuTDtkP-NwJTTkesQT4PQKBpHsArtXfxXcPgtnh2nthDdnLEQQCET3kPyH/s1440/brycemom.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_G0keXUwVEzo4cQFPPO036QBw6YibfYv4CfQP-qWgG72H8_zveAee6INN4Mvsm5PDzMYYgt8NbEuTDtkP-NwJTTkesQT4PQKBpHsArtXfxXcPgtnh2nthDdnLEQQCET3kPyH/s320/brycemom.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-74722469765001011052020-08-02T08:19:00.001-05:002020-08-02T08:19:20.718-05:00fifteen...My sweet B,<div><br /><div>15! How is that even possible? (I know I'm so cliche and say this every year, but damn time is going so fast) Each year this letter gets harder and harder to write, not because I don't have lots to say but because it gets harder and harder to put into words what I want you to know. </div><div><br /></div><div>This year...wow how do you put this crazy cluster of a year into words? This last year started off with the hopes of so many exciting events and milestones and ended with quarantine and cancellation of so many things we had all been long looking forward to. You have made the best of these disappointments (maybe even better than I did) but it was hard to not be able to finish out the school year with your graduation and all the fun that was supposed to come with that. Spring softball also didn't happen and it was heartbreaking to not be able to play a final game (well, a final game that you were actually aware would be your final game) with your Thunder teammates who over the last three years have become family. Even though the spring was filled with uncertainty and disappointment, you...in true B fashion made the best of it. You helped (ok spearheaded) the cleaning and purging of almost every room in this house, we played lots of family games and had many movie nights, we tried to make the best of the time we had together (and it was a LOT of time). Thankfully you were able to play your first year of high school softball. While it was a shortened season, it made my heart happy to see you out on that field doing what you love and having a little bit of normalcy back in all of our lives. </div><div><br /></div><div>So here we are, coming to the end of summer and the start of a new school year only a week and a half away. Things are still not "normal", we are heading into this with lots of uncertainty, everything changes almost daily. In a time where what we crave is some structure...there is none, we have to be able to roll with the punches and be flexible. Good thing you are pretty good at that. You handle changes with a grace well beyond your years, you show appreciation for the little things and a kindness that makes this mama so proud. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, as you head into this next year, I hope you continue to make the world a better place with your smile, silliness and kind, loving heart. I hope you continue to work hard through all the bumps and disappointments, as dad always says "your hard work may not pay off in the way you want or expect it to, but it will always pay off". I hope your year is filled with laughter and fun memories, even though things may not look the way you thought they would this year. I hope you continue to be exactly who you are. You make us so damn proud all the time. </div><div><br /></div><div>15 years ago you forever changed me for the better. You are one of the greatest joys of my life. I love you more than words can say.</div><div>Happy Birthday Sweet B.</div><div>Love always,</div><div>Mother Amber đ</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBC_BzXn7N1LYyfwskNtma-YOf58nqXSeMKkBQIYAuujon6FLhhyphenhyphenbXCqaHVtNNCW5MBBGlIi1lV7sjP4Aduz5Mka8rO4FaVonqb4tTr8IIL8adIK6ESZzNMXJyK82NzsfeaKH/s1792/IMG_7909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="902" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkBC_BzXn7N1LYyfwskNtma-YOf58nqXSeMKkBQIYAuujon6FLhhyphenhyphenbXCqaHVtNNCW5MBBGlIi1lV7sjP4Aduz5Mka8rO4FaVonqb4tTr8IIL8adIK6ESZzNMXJyK82NzsfeaKH/s640/IMG_7909.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-73679780250748013342019-12-03T02:46:00.001-06:002019-12-03T02:46:55.892-06:00the one where he turns eleven...Dear Bryce,<br />
What a year it has been buddy! You started the year by reaching your goal of qualifying for the AAU State Wrestling tournament. It was so fun to watch you that day. When you realized you were going to place and go to state, you crawled up on my lap and whispered "mom...I'm going to state" You were so happy and proud to have your hard work pay off, that moment was definitely one of the highlights of my year. You continued to work hard and finally state weekend was here. You went out and wrestled hard and made it to Sunday...you were going to place at the state tournament! Getting there was always the goal, placing was absolutely the icing on the cake. After wrestling season wrapped up (as much as it ever really wraps up), baseball and golf took over. Between the two you had a very busy spring and summer (and so did we), then it was on to football and soccer and now we're back to wrestling. As crazy and hectic as our lives are, I wouldn't trade a second of it. Watching you and your sister do the things you love brings me the greatest joy. You are kind and loving, stubborn and hilarious. You bring joy to every day of my life. While I do wish time would slow down a little, I can honestly say that I am so excited to continue to see the man you will become. I wish you the happiest of birthdays my sweet boy. I hope eleven brings you all the joy, love and laughter you deserve.<br />
Happy 11th Birthday, Buddy. I love you more than you could possibly know.<br />
Love always,<br />
MomUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-7822578079683110132019-08-02T07:00:00.000-05:002019-08-02T07:00:09.292-05:00and just like that she is 14...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Sweet Girl,<br />
My intent when starting these letters was to write you one every year on your birthday until you were 18, and now sitting here writing this hours before your 14th birthday, I can't believe my letters to you are quickly coming to an end. I'm at a loss, I don't know how to put my feelings about you and this year into words (don't worry...I'll still try).<br />
B, you continually amaze me with your confidence and kindness. I've watched you over the last year become a strong leader and use your loud (so very loud) voice for words of encouragement and love for your teammates. If it wasn't evident before this year (it was) softball is your passion. You love this sport and the people it has brought into your life with such a fierceness, it is inspiring. To find something you love at such a young age is something special. It is amazing to watch the way your face lights up when you play and when you are surrounded by your teammates. When you are on that field or in the dugout you are living your best life, and it is something that I will never tire of watching. I hope you always have that fire and passion, if not about softball about something else you discover you love. While it feels like this is all happening too quickly, I don't really want time to slow down because I love seeing the woman you are becoming. Don't get me wrong, I miss the little snuggle bug that wanted to be by my side all the time, but there is an immense amount of joy that comes from watching you be independent and strong. Being your mom has filled a part of my heart I didn't know was empty. You are beautiful, funny, kind, loving and fiercely loyal and I can't believe you are mine. You are one of the greatest joys of my life...I am so blessed to be your mom.<br />
Happy 14th, B...I love you beyond measure.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-21234201044152301772018-12-03T06:11:00.002-06:002018-12-03T06:11:51.678-06:00The Big 1-0Dear Bryce,<br />
As I sit here writing this in the hours before you turn 10, I am at a loss. How in the world did this happen so fast? It has been incredible to watch you grow and change into this independent, stubborn, loving boy (young man? what do I even call you now?) Your life centers around all things sports. When you're involved in something you jump in with both feet and immerse yourself in whatever you are doing. Always striving to be better than the day before, understanding that nothing is going to come easy, it only comes with hard work, determination and the drive to never give up. You make friends where ever you go. I'm pretty sure in every wrestling tournament you've been to you come away with at least one new friend and the next time you see them, you'll be at their mat cheering them on. You learned from a very young age that there is so much more to sports than winning and losing and it does my heart good to see you carry that with you as you grow (it is something that many adults have yet to learn). Now, that isn't to say you don't like to win or don't want to win, you absolutely do, but I really feel like you embody the saying "I never lose, I either win or I learn". I hope this 10th year brings you all the love, joy, laughter you deserve. You are the bright spot in every day and you are loved beyond measure. Happy 10th Birthday, Bryce. Hope it is the best day ever!<br />
Love Always,<br />
Mom<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-19651959837530991892018-08-02T00:18:00.000-05:002018-08-02T00:18:01.894-05:00its official...we have a teenager...My Sweet B,<br />
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How in the world are you 13 today? It just doesn't seem possible that you are officially a teenager, and yet when I look back you've pretty much been a teenager since you were two. You. my sweet girl, always keep me guessing...I never quite know what is going to come out of your mouth, sometimes it is wise and thought provoking, but more likely than not it is some goofy off the wall comment, that makes you giggle. You never take yourself too seriously, you are quick to laugh at your mistakes and make fun of yourself, but you have a strong work ethic and can buckle down and get stuff done when you need to. I have watched you become a strong athlete and a valuable teammate this year. You are there to pick up your teammates when they are down, and in return they are there for you in the same way. It has always been my philosophy that you get what you give in terms of friendship, and judging by the incredible people you have surrounding you, I think you're doing pretty darn well kid, keep loving fiercely, your heart is one of the most beautiful things about you. You are thoughtful and kind beyond your years and in between the fights with your brother. the rolling eyes and the goofy giggles I catch glimpses of the woman you are becoming, and it makes my heart happy. Watching you grow into a strong, confident, kind and loving young lady is one of the greatest joys of my life. You keep doing you kid, because you is pretty amazing. </div>
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Happy 13th my beautiful. sweet Brianna. May this year be the best year yet, I'm so glad I'm along for the ride.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-46345668251734882142017-12-03T21:53:00.000-06:002017-12-03T21:53:05.945-06:00nine...Whew! What a busy day/weekend. The fact that I'm just sitting down to write your birthday letter at 9:30pm is just a small indication of how crazy it has been...well that and I just seem to find myself at a loss for words. When I look at you I still see that tiny peanut that couldn't wait another 4 weeks until his due date, that entered the world in his own time and on his own plan, which is pretty much the way you still operate. This last year has been so fun watching you grow and discover things you love. You had such a fun season of baseball and enjoyed spending time with all your teammates, they are such a great group of boys and I hope you continue to have such wonderful friends surrounding you. Your love of football grew leaps and bounds with your first year playing tackle. You are the smallest one out there, but you have a ton of heart and put your all into every minute you were out there playing. You had another successful soccer season, coming up just short in the championship game in a shootout. And of course wrestling is in full swing again....which you still love so much. You put so much time and work in and are trying to be a good role model for the younger kids. This season is starting out a little slow and I can see the frustration and disappointment, but you are using that to drive you to get better. You watch your videos and ask your coaches to help you figure out what you can do better. You make us so proud buddy. Just keep being the amazing kid you are. I can't wait to see what this year brings. I hope you had a great day...Dad and I love you so very much.<br />
Happy Birthday Buddy!<br />
Love always,<br />
Mom<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-61924355780926182272017-08-02T05:58:00.000-05:002017-08-02T05:58:18.899-05:00twelve...Dear Brianna,<br />
You'd think after 11 letters, the 12th one would be a piece of cake! Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case as I sit here the night before you turn 12. At this time 12 years ago, I had no idea how my world would change in less than 24 hours. You surprised me then, by making your appearance 4 weeks early and you have continued to surprise me every day of these last 12 years. You my sweet girl are one of a kind. I'm pretty sure you giggle 20 hours out of the day, you are constantly laughing (a lot of the time at yourself)almost to the point of making us crazy! In all honesty, your laugh is one of my favorite sounds in the world. You love your friends and family fiercely and you put your heart into everything you do. You are stubborn, gosh are you stubborn (You get that from your dadđ) You will argue about everything, convinced you are right, and even when you discover you are in fact wrong, you continue to state your case passionately, not wanting to give anyone (especially your brother) the satisfaction of proving you wrong. You bring so much joy to our lives and watching you grow up and become this amazingly confident, strong young women is one of the best things in my life. Twelve years ago tonight I had no idea how my life was about to change, I can honestly say, from the bottom of my heart...it is absolutely more amazing then I ever could have imagined. Keep being the beautiful person you are my sweet girl, never let anyone dull your sparkle. You are amazing exactly the way you are.<br />
Happy 12th Birthday my sweet girl. I love you more than you could possibly imagine.<br />
Love always,<br />
Mom<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-52381359839112296732016-12-03T06:31:00.001-06:002016-12-03T06:31:27.392-06:00eight...Dear Bryce,<br />
Oh my sweet boy, how is it that today you are turning eight? This year has flown by at such a crazy pace. It seems like each year these letters get a little bit harder, I have so much I want to tell you but I can't seem to find the words. I hope it is because I tell you every day how much I love you and how proud I am of you, but in reality I think it is more because I am in awe of the person you are becoming. Life is busy running from place to place, spending more time in school gyms, baseball diamonds, soccer and football fields than I ever dreamed possible, but let me let you in on a little secret...there is absolutely no place in this world I'd rather be than sitting in the stands watching you play. Your love of everything life has to offer is infectious. You just love life and all the little things it provides and it does my heart so good to see your joy. You've had some disappointments this year, things didn't always go the way you wanted on the mat or field, but you held your head high, talked about what happened and tried to take away some good and learn from each disappointment. I know a lot of adults that can't do that (your mom included). Hold onto that. Keep learning from your losses and disappointments, use it to keep you driven and passionate. You know no matter what you do or where you go, whether you win or lose, dad and I will always be right there, cheering you on. We are your biggest fans and we are so excited to see what this next year has in store. Happy Birthday to you my sweet Bryce. May all your dreams come true.<br />
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Love always,<br />
Mommy<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-6019681094107170112016-08-02T07:12:00.000-05:002016-08-02T07:12:02.586-05:00eleven...Can I just say, I'm in complete denial that you are eleven years old? When did that happen? One day you are this chubby little toddler who is making faces at me and I turn around and now you are this beautiful young lady who, well...is still making faces at me. <div>
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This year has been one of growth for you. You are discovering that hard work pays off. Watching you put in the work pitching this year has brought us so much pride. Not because you struck every batter out (although you did get quite a few of them) but because you worked hard and were constantly trying to better yourself and most of all, you were always striving to be a good teammate. </div>
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You have a huge heart and never want to see anyone left out or unhappy. There are so many things I love about you sweetie, but your big heart is one of my favorites. I hope you continue to love unconditionally and to put your whole heart into everything you do. I hope you never lose your confidence and that you always stay true to who you are. You are off to a great start sweetie. </div>
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Watching you grow over the last eleven years has been one of the greatest joys of my life, and I truly cannot wait to see where you go from here. Happy Birthday my sweet girl. I love you more than you could possibly know and I am so proud of you.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-8379755221524793172016-07-18T19:31:00.001-05:002016-07-19T12:37:50.494-05:0016 days...16 days...that is how long it has been since I saw her smile, gave her a kiss and told her I'd see her soon. 16 days...it might as well be 16,000. It feels like so long, and yet I know it isn't. I never would have dreamed that would be the last time I would see her and talk to her. 11 days...that is how long it has been since I got the call, the one I replay in my mind, still hoping and praying it was a bad dream, and yet I know it wasn't. 11 days later and I'm still processing, still wondering how life goes on without her. I only saw her about once a week and I didn't call her even close to as much as I should have, but I always knew she'd be there with a kind word and a smile when I needed her. She was such a staple in my life, it just doesn't even make sense to me that she is no longer physically here. <br />
She was the sweetest lady, and she loved so fiercely. She had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the room. I am one of her 20 grandchildren, and lord knows there was room enough in her heart for all of us, she loved us all so very much and it was evident in everything that she did. <br />
I told mom when we were talking about grandma moving into assisted living (which she wasn't entirely happy about) that I didn't care where grandma lived, I just wanted her to be here...I wasn't ready for her to be gone and neither were my kids. Less than 2 weeks later, she was gone...let me tell you, I wasn't any more ready. <br />
I realize I'm luckier than most (even the majority of my cousins), she got to see me graduate high school and college, attended my wedding and was there to meet my children days after they were born. My children have been blessed with the time and ability to develop a loving and everlasting relationship with her, but it isn't enough. I wanted more time. More time to chat and laugh and shop and tell her I love her. I know that is selfish, because she had been in pain and missed Grandpa so much, but the world down here isn't as bright without her in it. <br />
I'm so afraid of forgetting the sound of her voice and her laugh, afraid that the memories will fade, afraid of the day when it won't hurt as much, because I don't want to get used to life without her, even though I know I have to. <br />
If I had one last chance to talk to her...I would say this...<br />
Thank you! Thank you for showing me what love is, that marriage is hard work but can be as fun in the 50th year as it is in the 1st. That whether you have 1 child or 8 and 1 grandchild or 20 that there is always room in your heart for them all. That you don't have to be born into a family to be a part of the family...that there is always enough love. Thank you for teaching me compassion and understanding, but also to stand up for myself. Thank you for loving me. You are my role model in so many ways, there really are not enough words to say how much you mean to me and how deeply you will be missed. I only hope that I can be half the mom, sister, friend, and someday grandma and great-grandma you have been. You have some big shoes to fill, but I will spend my life trying to make you proud.<br />
I will miss you all the days of my life. Until we meet again one day, rest in peace in the loving arms of the man you have long been missing. (Give him a hug for me while you're at it!) I will love you forever.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-1750028745200227642015-12-03T00:00:00.001-06:002015-12-03T00:00:49.793-06:00seven...My sweet boy,<br />
As I sit here hours before your seventh birthday while you are fast asleep, I'm at a loss of what to say. These birthday posts get harder for me each year. There is so much I want to say but I just can't seem to find the words. You have grown and changed so much this past year. You have found a love of wrestling that quite honestly surprised me. I wasn't sure how you would like it, but you took to it so quickly and are always eager to learn. It definitely helped that you have some amazing young men that took you under their wing and have treated you like a little brother. Nothing makes a mom happier than for her child to have good kids as role models and you certainly have that. I feel like wrestling has taught you so much already, hard work, dedication, and teamwork, not to mention being a good sportsman. You had some amazing successes this year but you also had to learn to deal with disappointment, and while that was tough to see...you handled it all so well. You amaze me every single day. Beyond wrestling, you had so much fun playing baseball, soccer and football this year. It always makes me smile at how you seem to be one of the smallest kids out there but you always play with so much heart. Your smile is contagious and you always seem to know when I need a hug or sweet word from you. You have the biggest heart my boy, and you are such a good friend. I know I'm just rambling at this point...so I'll just end this year's letter by saying...I am so so proud of you my sweet boy. You are the kindest, sweetest, most fun-loving kid I have ever met and I love you so very much. I hope you have the best 7th birthday and I can't wait to see what the next year brings for you.<br />
Love you always and forever!<br />
Love,<br />
Mommy<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-38751371815178778152015-08-02T08:45:00.003-05:002015-08-02T08:45:55.395-05:00the big 1-0My sweet girl,<br />
I'm having such a hard time writing this birthday letter. Ten, it just seems like it deserves some great and wise words of wisdom, and words are failing me. You know me though, I couldn't let this birthday pass without at least trying to put something together.<br />
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This last year has been so crazy busy, I can't believe we're here again. With soccer, basketball, softball and swimming you've kept us running like crazy, but we wouldn't have it any other way.<br />
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You love to be involved in all of the sports, and you are discovering your love for pitching. You work so hard at everything you do and we are so so proud of you for that. I love that you are willing to try new things, even if they are hard, and continue to work and get better at a skill even when met with bumps along the road.<br />
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You love to cheer on your brother (even when his wrestling meets do go a little long). It is so sweet to see your relationship with Bryce grow, you are his biggest fan and his protector but he is also the person that can push your buttons the fastest, just as a sibling should. During the school year and wrestling season on Mondays when you had to do high/low when it was a wrestling weekend you almost always said your high for the weekend was Bryce winning a tournament or just watching him wrestle in general. That speaks volumes about your love of family and your giant heart.<br />
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You've continued to do so well at school, but probably the best thing I heard all year was when your teacher told us at parent teacher conferences what she witnessed at recess one day. She said there was a child sitting all alone at recess and you walked up and started talking to/playing with this child. She was so proud and said that as a teacher all the academic achievements pale in comparison to that. I blinked back the tears and looked over at you and you just kind of shrugged your shoulders like it was no big deal...why wouldn't you go talk to/play with someone who was alone. Your teacher said we should be proud of the young lady you are. She is so right....and we are so so proud of the girl you are and the young lady you are becoming.<br />
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You are a beautiful girl with an even more beautiful heart, and that radiates through in everything you do. Now, don't get me wrong you aren't all sunshine and roses, but the good days far outweigh the bad. :)<br />
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Ten years ago today you made me a mom, it is the hardest and most rewarding thing I've ever done (and will continue to do). I love you with everything I have and you make my world so much brighter just by being in it.<br />
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I love you sweet girl! I hope you have a wonderful day today and year ahead.<br />
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Happy 10th Birthday!<br />
love always,<br />
mama<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-13196449511293134382014-12-03T07:12:00.000-06:002014-12-03T07:12:00.159-06:00six candles on the cake...My sweet, sweet Bryce,<br />
SIX?!?! How can this be? How can this be your 6th birthday already? It has gone by so fast buddy. I'm not ready for you to be such a big kid. This year has been quite a big one for you so far. Lots of changes, but like always you have just rolled with the punches. Kindergarten is in full swing and you are loving every minute. It was so fun going on your field trip with you this fall and watching you with your friends. I love getting a little glimpse into your everyday. You are starting to read a lot now and you are so good at sounding out words and I love when you read to me. My favorite book to read with you is Pete the Cat and his White Shoes, we always end up laughing when we read that one. You also started soccer this year which of course you loved, and my absolute favorite thing about soccer...watching you cheer on your teammates. You were always the one yelling the loudest encouraging your teammates and cheering the biggest when your team would score, it didn't matter if you weren't the one who scored you were just genuinely happy for your team. It definitely made my heart happy to see you be such a good teammate. Right now you are in the middle of wrestling, which no surprise here...you love. You are pretty good considering you're just learning about the sport and Daddy and I are learning right along with you. I will admit I get pretty nervous watching you. But, I know you will be fine and as long as you're having fun then that is all that matters.<br />
So many changes this year little one, but all for the good. You are such a sweet boy with a huge heart, the most infectious smile and a giggle that you can't help but laugh with. You are a refreshing ray of sunshine and I love you more than you could possibly know.<br />
love always,<br />
mamaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-75150667663606172342014-08-02T07:01:00.002-05:002014-08-02T07:01:36.850-05:00nine...Dear Brianna,<br />
Oh my sweet, sweet girl...these birthday posts seem to come quicker with each passing year. It seems like only last week that I was writing your first birthday post and here I am writing your ninth. I seldom see the glimpses of my baby anymore, you are changing right before my eyes into a beautiful young lady. This last year was a biggie for you, you were in your first wedding, had first communion, joined swim team...lots of firsts, and not surprising to me, you handled them all beautifully, with all the grace I have come to expect from you. You did surprise me this year by asking to be on the swim team. You are a good swimmer, don't get me wrong, but you really haven't been swimming that long and this seemed like a huge leap to me. Daddy and I said OK and signed you up, and to be honest we both were questioning whether it was a good idea or not. I was nervous walking into your first meet...would you be able to swim the whole length, would you have your breathing right, all these questions and more made me so nervous for you. When it was your turn, you got up there to swim and your confidence and excitement were clearly visible. Suddenly, I wasn't nervous for you anymore, and I thought to myself "she's got this." and you did. You were amazing! You have become such a good little swimmer and more importantly (at least to this mama) you had so much fun this season. I have a feeling we might have some more swim meets in our future, but if not...that is OK too. It was truly a joy to watch you swim this summer. I could ramble on and on about your accomplishments this year, like your team winning the cupcake bake off at UD for kids (that's my girl!) or how great you did at school this year, but they all pretty much boil down to this, and this is what I really want you to remember when you look back at these letters....<b>I am so so so proud of you</b>. Watching you grow and change these last nine years has been one of the greatest joys of my life. You aren't afraid to try new things, you have a confidence in you that I still to this day don't have, you are smart and funny, you love fiercely, you are sweet and gentle and kind...and sweet girl, you truly teach me so much more than I teach you (and one day I'm sure you will comment on how that is one giant run on sentence). The beauty that radiates from you both inside and out catches my breath. I often find myself thinking..."I can't believe she's mine, how lucky am I?" The answer...so very very lucky. I am so honored that I get to be your mommy.<br />
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Here's to the next year and all the new adventures out there waiting for you. I can't wait to see what comes next.<br />
I love you with all of my heart little one...<br />
love always,<br />
mommyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-64476464293318462712013-12-03T07:12:00.000-06:002013-12-03T07:12:00.620-06:00to my amazing five year old...My dear sweet funny Bryce,<br />
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How in the world are you 5 today? I know this sounds very cliche but I swear it feels like only yesterday you were this 5lb 7oz little peanut all snuggled up in my arms, and now you barely fit in my arms. You make me laugh...oh how you make me laugh. Your imagination and ability to make any mundane task into something of epic proportions never cease to amaze me. Your ability to jump into new situations with ease astounds me. Your teachers say that you are a problem solver, you will get the shy kids to talk and strike up a conversation with anyone. You always want to be playing with someone or at least sitting right by them, you like the company...except when you are playing the iPad or DS, then you are content to be by yourself (mostly because then you don't have to share and you think we'll forget how long you have been playing). You do absolutely everything at full speed, it is like you are trying to get every ounce of fun out of every minute. I hope you continue to live your life that way...to just live and enjoy the little things. You remind me of this every day, that there is so much joy in the little things if we just look for it. You never let anything get you down for long, after a few minutes you are up and ready to smile, laugh and play again. You don't like wasting time on the stuff that isn't fun. You have the biggest heart and hate to see anyone sad or left out. There are so many things I love about you little man, your big heart and your love of life are just a couple, but they are such a big part of who you are right now at 5 and I hope they are a big part of who you are becoming. I know you are getting too big to be held while you sleep in church (just remember that all ends when you turn 5) but Sunday as you slept in my arms I couldn't help but get a little sad...in so many ways you are that tiny baby I held in my arms 5 short years ago, same gorgeous eyelashes, adorable little nose and kissable lips...but so much has changed...you have changed. What an amazing ride these last 5 years have been...thanks for letting me be a part of it and for still wanting to crawl up in my lap every now and then, mamas need that sometimes. You, my sweet, sweet boy are one of the greatest joys of my life. You constantly make me smile, laugh and question my sanity, but I wouldn't trade one second of the last 5 years. You make our family whole. I hope 5 is the best year yet...I can't wait to see where it takes you.<br />
I love you more than words can possibly say.<br />
Happy Birthday my sweet boy.<br />
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To my dear
sweet Brianna,</div>
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These
birthday posts seem to come faster and faster with each passing year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your birthday is always rather hectic; we
have participated in the Relay for Life each year on or around your
birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You always absolutely love
going to the Relay around your birthday and are especially excited that this
year it is ON your birthday. I would like to think that you love it so much
because you are such a giving and kind child, and while that is certainly
trueâŠI think part of the reason you love it so much is because you get to play
games, eat junk food and stay up entirely too late.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sounds like a perfect birthday celebration to
me!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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This past
year has brought so many changes, but you handled them all in stride.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have seen you thrive since we moved to Iowa
and it makes this mamaâs heart very happy, I always worry about making the
right decisions where you and Bryce are concerned, but this past year has
showed me that moving here was a good one for your and your brother. I laughed
as I told someone that you were the kid that everyone wants to be friends with,
and that too makes me so happy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are
a sweet and kind young lady; you love to have friends around and to play in a
groupâŠbut you are also content (for a while) reading a book or playing with
your dolls in your room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You still love
to sing and dance, you are always smiling the biggest when music is on and you
are dancing around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I have seen
you push outside of your comfort zone this year by attending UD for Kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You were insistent that you wanted to go and
you would participate even though you didnât know anyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You went and you had so much fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You made some beautiful dresses for your
dolls and learned some fun dance moves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>After the first night as I tucked you into bed you whispered to me that
you were a little scared and shy at first but that you really had a lot of fun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is OK to be scared and shy when you try
something new, but the fact that you overcame that makes me so proud of the
young lady you are becoming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Can I let
you in on a little secret sweetie, your mama isnât as brave as youâŠI have let
my fear keep me from doing something newâŠI am soo soo incredibly proud of you
for pushing outside your comfort zone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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You love
basketball, and are becoming a scrappy little playerâŠwith the floor burns to
prove it! I canât wait to see how improve and grow in the future. You have
really enjoyed softball this year, you are gaining confidence and trying your
best, I think if you give it some time and practice youâll become<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>quite the player.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, even if you decide you donât want to play
basketball or softball anymore, I will always remember this year watching you play
softball and watching your eyes light up as<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>you talked about basketball.</div>
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A month ago
or so I saw a girl who was probably 17 in church, blondish hair pulled up in a
pony tail, athletic shorts and tennis shoes and the sight of her made me catch
my breath, because there was something about her that made me think of
you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was as if I got a glimpse at
what you were going to look like at that age. You are a beautiful girl both
inside and out; you laugh easily and love fiercely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are the best baby girl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You light up the world and I canât wait to
see what comes next for you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>EIGHTâŠhow
did this happen so quickly??</div>
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Hope this is
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-56245925875414403812013-05-03T11:00:00.000-05:002013-05-03T11:00:07.301-05:003653 days...Dear Bob,<br />
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We have spent 3653 days as husband and wife (I'm sure you're going to check that to make sure I'm right, but the internet told me it was 3653 days so you know it has to be true...the internet doesn't lie). How can I even being to reflect on those days with you? You know I'm going to try though right? I was going to write 3653 words for 3653 days, but man, that is a lot of words...my wittiness wears off somewhere around word 1000. Back to the topic at hand...<br />
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A few weeks ago while we were driving I asked you if this is where you thought we'd be in 10 years, standing in that church as wide eyed kids. You thought for a moment and told me that you didn't really have a picture in your head about where we would be in 10 years other than knowing we'd have at least a couple kids. You asked me the question in return. I don't know if I ever really gave you an answer or if I just beat around the bush as I am known to do when I can't find the right words. So, here is my answer...10 years ago I would have said we'd have some great kids who never misbehaved and always listened, I would be a mom who never yelled, I'd be a wife who'd always have a clean house and food on the table. Ten years later I can say this, we have two great kids...as far as the misbehaving and listening, well you live there too, I don't need to tell you how that is going. I yell far more than I'd like, the house is almost never clean and although I do cook quite often, it is sometimes more of a struggle than I'd like. I am tired, stressed and sometimes beg for just a few minutes of peace and quiet. <br />
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These last couple of years have pushed us to the brink of insanity (or in my case, closer than I had previously been), they were hard and I didn't know if they were going to ever end. But you always did (or at least you put on a brave face for me), and as hard as it was there was never any question that we were on the same side, fighting and working toward the same goal. <br />
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I don't know that I am any wiser than that girl was 10 years ago, but I do know there is no place on earth I'd rather be and no one I'd rather be on this chaotic roller coaster with. Our perfectly imperfect life is more than that wide eyed girl could have ever imagined, it is beyond anything I could have dreamed and everything I never knew I wanted. <br />
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So, where do I see us 10 years from now? Watching Brianna finish out her junior year in high school and getting ready to be a senior, praying for our lives as Bryce starts driving (oh dear...this is starting to scare me...hopefully the next 10 years go a little slower than the last 10) but mostly I just see us...together.<br />
Together is all that matters, the rest is just icing on the cake.<br />
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3653 days is a drop in the bucket compared to the amount of days you'll be stuck with me. <br />
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Thank you for an incredible 10 years and for always being my biggest fan and best friend.<br />
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Love you more than all my rambling words can possibly say.<br />
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Love always,<br />
me<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15944903.post-70890293057190803852013-05-03T10:00:00.000-05:002013-05-03T10:00:05.405-05:002013...I had so many songs I wanted to pick for this year. But when it comes down to it...I will love you forever and ever (and yes I realize this is written from a man's point of view...but the sentiment is still the same). Happy Anniversary!<br />
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You may think that I'm talking foolish</div>
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You've heard that I'm wild & I'm free</div>
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You may wonder how I can promise you now</div>
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This love that I'm feeling for you always will be</div>
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You're not this time that I'm killing</div>
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I'm no longer one of those guys</div>
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As sure as I live this love that I give</div>
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Is gonna be yours till the day that I die -- Oh baby</div>
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I'm gonna love you forever, forever & ever amen</div>
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As long as old men sit & talk about the weather</div>
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As long as old women sit & talk about old men</div>
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If you wonder how long I'll be faithfull</div>
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I'll be happy to tell you again</div>
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I'm gonna love you forever & ever, forever & ever Amen</div>
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They say that time takes it's toll on a body</div>
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Makes the young girls brown hair turn grey</div>
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But honey, I don't care, I'm not in love with your hair</div>
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And if it all fell out well I'd love you anyway</div>
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They say that time can play tricks on a memory</div>
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And people forget things that they knew</div>
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But it's easy to see it's happening to me</div>
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I've already forgotten every woman but you -- Oh baby</div>
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I'm gonna love you forever, forever & ever amen</div>
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As long as old men sit & talk about the weather</div>
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As long as old women sit & talk about old men</div>
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If you wonder how long I'll be faithfull</div>
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I'll be happy to tell you again</div>
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I'm gonna love you forever & ever, forever & ever Amen</div>
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Just listen to how this song ends</div>
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I'm gonna love you forever & ever forever & ever</div>
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Forever & ever Forever & ever Amen </div>
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