Happy Valentine's Day

Over at DSM April posted this link http://www.flickr.com/photos/jbphotography/390180594/ and I thought these cards were so cute we decided to give it a try. They were so easy to make and Ian thought they were really funny. Hope you all have a great Valentine's Day.

My Grandpa

My Grandpa Lee passed away a couple of weeks ago. He was such a great man and such a great example to his family and everyone he knew. Here are a few of my favorite pictures of him and a few favorite memories. We will miss you Grandpa.

Favorite Memories:

The dancing wooden man he made—I thought it was magic, I didn’t realize that Grandpa was bouncing the board so the man would dance. I just thought Grandpa had made a magic, dancing man! Of course he could work magic with wood.

The teeth—I remember always being afraid of the little container that would appear on the bathroom counter every time Grandpa came to visit. I knew his teeth were in there, but I never dared take a peak. Without his teeth he had the funniest grin. I remember him coming down the hall once without his teeth in and chasing us around the kitchen, and then somehow he and Grandma ended up fox trotting around the table.

His hugs—Grandpa would always give me a big bear hug and a whiskery kiss every time I saw him. It wasn’t just a little hug, but a big hug that let you know he really liked you. This past fall we went to visit Grandpa when we went to leave Miles started to fuss and lean away from Dave towards Grandpa. Dave walked over to Grandpa and Miles reached out to get his big hug before we left—he was not going out that door until he had a hug from Grandpa.

His laugh—Grandpa wasn’t one to show a lot of excitement, but given a funny story he could laugh until we thought he might pass out! These stories were usually brought forth by my dad—the knocking out the chicken story, the pig story, something about a experiment gone wrong in my dad’s science class (ask Dave for more details.) As my dad would tell these stories Grandpa would laugh until his face went pink and he could breath—and when he would do this it would immediately become contagious and pretty soon everyone’s face would hurt from laughing so hard.


Most of all I will remember Grandpa as someone who lived a life of quiet service. He showed his family and those around him he loved them by the service he gave them. The dresser he made in my little boys room, the many selves he made that now decorate my walls, the electrical outlet on my porch, the rocking horse in my basement, even the spackle and paint on the walls on my house were all acts of service rendered by Grandpa. Thank you Grandpa for loving us and serving us, we will miss you.