Charlee Ann

This is our gorgeous daughter, Charlee.  She is our exact middle child.  It seems impossible that she is already 13 years old.  I remember the day she was born.  I had gone in for an ultrasound to check fluid levels (with our 5,4, and almost 3 year olds of course).  They wouldn't let me leave the hospital.  There was no measurable fluid and they were worried she would compress her cord or other bad things.  I called a neighbor who rushed up and took the kids.  Wade came straight from his route - I think he may even have had his package car - dressed in his UPS browns.  The doctor came in and told him that this would be his best "delivery."  I remember when she was born, she didn't cry.  Not one sound.  I thought the worst had happened, and kept asking if she was okay.  She was beautiful!  Of course, she has made up with whining and crying since :)  She is truly a miracle baby, in more ways than anyone will ever know.  Charlee is an amazing, intelligent, talented, friendly, beautiful, tender hearted young woman.  We love watching her grow into her own and are excited to support her in a new sport...volleyball!  We love you, Charlee!!!! 

Happy Birthday, Dad

My dad is my hero. I love him more than words can describe. I guess I am still mad that he died. I wish that my kids could have had more time with him. I wish I could have had more time with him. I am so grateful that we got to move to Logan and live just a few blocks from him for the last few years of his life. I saw him every day. I hugged him every day. I told him I loved him, every day. I know without a doubt that he knew how much I loved him, and I know that not only did he love me, but that I was his favorite :) We have such great memories of my dad. Even Ryanne remembers the "hubba hubba" day. She spent so much time with Gramps, he even bought her a shirt that said "Grandpa's Little Sidekick". Randi knows she was named after an amazing man and tries her best to represent it well. I love that his computer password was always "Trevor". All my kids knew that he loved them. I treasure the time I spent working along side him in "Santa's Workshop" his last Christmas. We made some pretty impressive things that hopefully will be passed down through the generations. I wish that I was stressed over what to buy him for his birthday this weekend instead of visiting his grave, but I know without a doubt that he


watches over me and my family.