back to my parents....one at a time.
my dad was raised to be a very VERY classy man. so classy, it's almost disgusting. i.e., at christmas dinner, my uncle was taking my plate and i had the sharp side of my knife pointing toward him and he said that was offensive. never read that in the rule book i guess. they are also very "church of christ" people. i feel for the people that don't get to really experience Christ because of that. my dad went to acu, which is where my great grandmother lived. after college, he stayed there working with my great granddad. he passed away, and my dad felt obligated to go see my great grandmother every single evening because he didn't want her to be alone. my dad was 23/24 at the time and single. he did that for years. he was a very lonely guy because others come first before his happiness is even a question. growing up, it was the exact same way. we didn't have the funds for much, but because he wanted us to be happy and have the world, he put himself last and worked so hard. he fully relies on the Lord to make sure he is doing the right thing at all times, and sometimes he gets a kick in the teeth because of it. with jobs, with my brother, and maybe even with me a time or two. he is such a good man, and i am so happy and blessed to be his little girl.
my mom is a very, very strong person. she has 3 sisters, her being the middle child. her oldest sister died of melanoma in her early 30s. she had 4 children, the youngest was 7 weeks old. my mom got married when she was 19 to the father of my 2 older brothers, and that's pretty much the only good that came from that man. in my eyes. he cheated on my mom from the beginning with a 16 year old girl. SICK. *sidenote--he later married her, and karma is a bitch, just saying.*
my mom dated my dad when they were 13&14. they hadn't talked in a very very long time when my mom decided to call him randomly one day. my dad recognized her voice! 10+ years later. she is my best friend. she knows when i'm sad, she knows when i'm happy, she knows when i'm stressed. she knows me, more than anyone else i know. she prays for her, shows me grace, tells me when i'm being stupid, and more important...loves me for ME. my precious perfect mimi (her mom) passed away in august, and has made her very, very sad. because just like my mom is to me, mimi was to her. so thankful for mimi for giving me my mama. that will be my next bloggy blog.
love my parents - wouldn't trade them for the whole entire world.
happy weekend!
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