February Photo Drop

Abby's Valentine's Party at Preschool

 

Luke eating his favorite breakfast- oatmeal.  He wakes up saying "o meal" everyday.

The two little ones enjoying some time outside while Caleb was at school.

Happy Birthday Abby!

Abby is now four years old!  We celebrated with a birthday party for her and her best bud, Selah, at a local frozen yogurt shop.  This was seriously the easiest party ever, and I think that the kids all enjoyed themselves.  We are very proud of our four year old!  Happy Birthday Abby!

Getting ready to head to the party

The Birthday Girls

The kids made their own place mats. 

The birthday girl eating her frozen yogurt

Blowing out the candles

Baby brother, Luke, makes this face often.  That kid has some seriously expressive eyebrows!

Selah's sister, Kaiya

The two "little" babies enjoying their yogurt

A Happy Four Year Old!

William H. Pace June 29, 1950 - January 27, 2013

 

One of my favorite childhood memories of my dad was when I was about five or six years old. I would wake up early and walk into the living room to see my dad sitting in his recliner drinking his coffee. He would ask me to come to sit on his lap, and he would give me little tastes of coffee. I always felt so special and grown up getting to drink coffee with my Daddy early in the morning. As an adult I have that same memory. For the past ten and a half years, each time I have come home to Albuquerque, I have woken up fairly early, poured some of Dad’s gourmet coffee, and known that I could find him in his office drinking his own cup. We have spent many mornings talking things out in there: fun things like new babies, new houses, different jobs, or opportunities; and the really tough stuff too like all of the details of caring for my mom in her last days and planning her funeral, or a serious prayer request that I wanted to share with my dad, or even how we felt we could support my brother or sister in whatever they may have been going through at that time in their life. During these little morning meetings, my dad was always great about giving just the right amount of advice. Jon and I have always respected the way he could give his opinion yet completely leave the decision making to us. Dad used his business sense, his background, and his love as a parent to counsel us through many car problems, computer issues, and major life events. I think I will always feel an instinct to call my dad when I need advice. Now instead of calling him, I suppose I will make a cup of coffee and remember him. Dad was many things, but I will most cherish that he was a wonderful father and an outstanding great-grandfather. We will miss him a great deal and long for the day when we will be reunited before our Lord and Savior in Heaven. I love you Daddy!