Archive for March, 2011

The Beautiful Bride ( Date should read 9/3/05)

Kiss the Bride

Not only was this cake beautiful, it was delicious too

First dance to "Take My Breath Away" She still does


I recently asked my three oldest children a simple, but yet very complex question. What does family mean to you. Each one typed up a quick meaning for me and I am very proud to share with you their responses. These are their own independent thoughts and are presented to you with out editorial changes:

First we hear from Isaiah, my middle son 12 years old.

I think family is people you can trust. Family should be dependable not people who make you be independent for everything you need to do. They are people who you can go to for advice or talk to when you have problems. Family should always love no matter what you do (endless love). Family can help you when you need the help.  Family can’t try to change you, they should love you for you.

Second  comes from Emerald, my only daughter 14 years old.

Whenever I hear the word family I think of people who were put in your life that you trust and can go to when you need them.  Family doesn’t necessarily have to be people who you’re related to you could have someone you’re really close and that knows everything about you and they could be considered as family. Family is people that don’t try to change you because they accept you and love you just the way you are. You may not trust or like how some of your family members are but you should love them and at least try to make a bond with them because whether you like it or not there stuck in your life forever.  Family tends to have a big impact on your life because at times they may teach you life lessons, you may learn something new from them and some you even look up to and you want to be like them.  I think the most important thing about family is trust because if you don’t trust one another then things could be horrible and things could go wrong but if you trust one another then you’ll have a close bond and wouldn’t be as bad because you’ll trust one another to get you through whatever it is you’re going through. Family plays a big role in your life and it always will be, so appreciate your family

Finally Jared, my oldest son 18 years old

When people say the word family, the emotions conjured up vary based on who you say that to. Some people have a distasteful idea of family, others have a fondness of family, and others have no grasp of the concept at all. When asked to write this paragraph, I wasn’t excited to say the least. Which family? My family at my Mom’s house? My family at my Dad’s house? My extended family though the church? I had no idea what to say. As I type, I see one  reoccurring factor in each, so much so that they are not 3 separate entities, but one giant family, whether each part realizes it or not.  The factor is compassion.  When one person in any parts of my family is weakened, my entire family gets stronger. When my stepdad was diagnosed with lymphoma, my church showered us in prayer and encouragement via calls, visits, flowers, and encouraging facebook messages, and my dad and stepmom also let us know that he was in their thoughts.  Not many families have a father and his wife that are concerned about the ex-wife’s husband. The church and my family at mom’s all stepped up and prayed for my father when his back went out.  Only a fraction of my family is represented in this short paragraph, I have family through my dad, through my mom, and through my stepdad that I would have to start my own blog to give due credit to them. I thank God for the family I have, and that if at any point in my life, any part of my family is going through a trying time, the rest of my family will be there to make it less difficult.

Though they where reluctant, All three children came through with sincere and meaningful contributions to this post.  It’s time like these that I set back and bask in the wonderful nature of my children.

Thanks for Reading


Dinner on the Floor

Last night I ate my dinner laying  in the floor. No I wasn’t in trouble and regulated to the dog house, it was the only way I could comfortably enjoy my meal in the same room as my family.

As some of you know, I have chronic back trouble from an injury in my early twenties. You know, back when I had big biceps, big shoulders, an even bigger ego but not such a big stomach.  Over the weekend I had a major relapse, probably the worst my back has been since my most recent surgery six years ago.  Finding a place/position of comfort is next to impossible when you have a disc bulging and pressing on nerve roots.

Tabitha (aka @unsung_0ne aka The Beautiful Bride) took time to grill us steak with  portabella mushrooms and a throw together a fantastic homemade mac and cheese. A perfect dinner for us all to pull up to the table and enjoy with a few candles lit in the center piece, just to celebrate that we have the time to sit down and eat together during the week. This was such a luxury, until I tried to sit at the table.

I came into the dinning room, with mouth watering over the beautiful meal that awaited.  As I sat at the table that all too familiar feeling of electricity rushing down my leg and muscle spasms began. I tried several different positions in the chair to no avail. It was not in the cards for me to sit at the table and have my meal.

Rather than ruin the effort the beautiful bride put forth in making this lovely dinner, I laid down on the floor and adjusted until I could find a position of relief and had her hand my plate down to me. Our dinner,a little confusing to Max,  continued on with me eating from the floor as they ate from the table.

Of course this was not the ideal way to share a family dinner, but we did manage to have a dinner that was not rushed. A dinner that we could actually have time to have conversation, something that is too often missed during the week because of the hectic schedules we are under. So I was very content to eat my dinner from the floor.

Max and Sissy enjoy the weather

Brothers enjoying the weather

Beach Playground

At the playground

Simple Pleasures

With the abundance of expensive gadgets and distractions available, it is nice to know my children can still enjoy the simple pleasures of life.  Hopefully, as they grow older and go about their lives they remember these activities fondly.

One such pleasure is a trip to the beach with a cooler full of beverages and fried chicken or sandwiches. We all have a different idea of what makes a wonderful day at the beach. Whether it’s sitting under an umbrella reading a book, working on a tan, swimming, surfing or simply enjoying the view, we all get to have an a great time.  The best part is we all gather around the cooler to enjoy our refreshments together.

Fishing is another such simple pleasure . We again load up a cooler and grab our fishing poles and swing out to the a local fishing pier or similar location.  Of course fishing is a lot more fun if you are catching something, but that is not a prerequisite for a grand family time.

A late evening favorite around here, having dinner around the fire pit in the backyard. Be it bratwurst cooked on the grill or sausages and hot dogs cooked over the open fire, this is truly a simple and fun family activity.

Of course their are numerous other activities we enjoy, but none encourage open and honest conversation the way these do.

What are some of the simple pleasure you enjoy with your family?

Guardian Angels

My Mother, Nana to her grandchildren, was a very important part of our lives. She was a major influence on who we all became and are learning to be. Unfortunately, she was taken from us in June 2005, at the young age of 47.

Jared, Emerald, Isaiah and I have very fond memories of Nana to carry with us. She will be the voice we hear when our conscience speaks and will be the nagging intuition to choose correctly, when the choice is hard or hazy. We have this because of the lessons she taught us, with all the love a person could ever give.  Those of who received her lessons  are fortunate indeed.

Max does not have first hand interactions with his Nana to learn these lessons, but she will be a major influence in his life. I am not only speaking of the lessons we will pass on to him, or the example we will try to live up to.  She will do this by being his guardian angel.

Earlier this week it came very clear that she is Max’s guardian angel.  Max and I were laying down for his nap, and he was doing his “DaDa baby, night night” routine. As he was drifting off to sleep he said, “Nana baby” .  I am sure the naysayers will claim confusion, verbal slip up, or any other meaningless reason.  The message Mom was sending is as clear as the tear forming in my eye, she still watches over us.

Thanks for Reading

Steve AKA FatherNoRest