Monthly Archives: December 2013

Twelve Years

Bobbie & GregTwelve years ago today I spoke two little words that not only forever changed the course of my life, but also enriched my life in ways I never imagined possible.  Twelve years ago I married the man I truly believe God intended me to marry.  I believe in my heart of hearts that God orchestrated our meeting.  Our whirlwind (and certainly unconventional) union can be explained in no other way.  [For those who are new to our story, Greg and I married after knowing each other seven short weeks.  We married on our lunch hour and returned to work—at the same company.]

In twelve years we, like all married couples, have endured joy, pain, hardship and trials.  We’ve celebrated, mourned, laughed (more than most folks will laugh in a lifetime), danced (a lot) and fought like cats and dogs on more than one occasion.

Along the way, we founded and continue to run a successful business together, celebrated two college graduations (Way to go, Brittany!), moved twice (Bless us!), bought a house, nearly lost our house, muddled through the Great Recession, traveled to Africa, expanded our family by adopting one child and four dogs, grieved the passing of two dogs, nursed each other through health scares and crises and surgeries, acquired many tattoos (both of us), traveled, played a lot of golf at some really awesome courses and mourned the loss of loved ones.  We’ve made friends, lost friends and left a church that was our home for eight years.  Perhaps the greatest thing I’ve witnessed in twelve years of marriage to this awesome individual is the Holy Spirit-breathed evolution of a great businessman, loving, loyal, dedicated and hardworking husband, outstanding father and an all around really great guy. And all glory to God, we’re still standing together.

Here’s to 40 x 40 x 40 x 40, to infinity and beyond, Gregory.  I love you exponentially now more than the day I met you.  And thanks to my founded fear of fine lines, wrinkles and age spots, I can now be the one to say, “Damn!  You’re darker than me.”

Team D!

JCS Date

 

Birthday Gifts

Munchkin recently turned five.  We celebrated his big day with a party at our local bowling alley.  We invited a few of our friends and their children.  We had a wonderful turnout of about twelve children and nearly 20 adults.  Everyone had a fantastic time.

When sending out the invitations I included the following note:

We are celebrating Jackson’s very special 5th birthday in a very special way.  In lieu of a gift for Jackson please bring a new, unwrapped gift for Toys for Tots.  (We will have a designated collection bin to keep the toys out of the birthday boy’s sight.)

 Note:  According to Toys for Tots, hard to fill age groups are boys and girls ages 0-2 and 11 and up.

We are so excited to share Jackson’s special day with some very special children.  Thank you for being part of it.

With a late November birthday and Christmas one month later, it doesn’t make sense to us, for folks to lavish gifts on Jackson simply for the sake of gift giving.  [Please know, I’m not holding this out there for everyone to do.  I’m simply telling you what worked for our family—thus far.]  We had a fabulous response.  It was far better than we could’ve ever hoped for or dreamed of.  Everyone brought a toy.  Heck, many people brought multiple toys.  The bags I brought to collect them were overflowing.  Immediately following the party we took the bags of toys to our town’s community center and deposited them in the Toys for Tots bins.  Munchkin was thrilled to do it, and led the charge.  Through the generosity of our friends we were able to bless easily more than a dozen children on Jackson’s special day.

Heading in to the Town of Jupiter Community Center

Heading in to the Town of Jupiter Community Center

Now here’s the funny part of the story—the rub, if you will.  A friend of our family who attended the party mentioned it to a friend of hers.  Her friend is the parent of a six-year-old boy.  Our friend’s friend thought our toy drive was cruel to our son.  That’s the word she used.  “Cruel.”  Now, last I looked, toy drives weren’t listed under the definition of “cruel” in the dictionary.  As a matter of fact, the definition is:  inflicting pain or suffering without pity.  That said, how far from the meaning of that word could a toy drive fall?

What have we come to as a society, when a fellow parent labels you as cruel for soliciting and giving gifts to another child?  If that’s your definition of cruel then I say bring it on.  As a matter of fact, your definition of cruel is a label I’ll happily accept on behalf of my family and one we’ll proudly sport.

As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy. They are to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, thus storing up treasure for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is truly life. ~1 Timothy 6:17-19