photo courtesy of Scott TietjenOk, so it's old news, I know. I just felt compelled to rub it in a bit more! Here is my version of that great night:
Brent and I had a wedding reception to attend (we got there so late, they weren't even serving food anymore, the cake had already been cut and the bride and groom were about to leave.) Brent watched the game beforehand at a member's home on a "15' wide HD projected screen" (or something like that) and then I whisked him off to the reception. I asked Dad to babysit - first question: Can I get the BYU game at your house? Of course he could, and he did. I called him at about 9:36pm to let him know we were on our way home, and as I was about to say goodbye, he blurted, "BYU IS WINNING!" I politely asked him the score (14-13 obviously, with 1 minute 20 seconds to go, BYU's possession.) About five minutes later, I got a text alert with the final score. We pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, opened the door from the garage, and there was Dad.......with the biggest little-boy-grin on his face! Sometimes I just love my Dad. He is like a little boy - uncomplicated. Anyway, I woke up this morning wishing that I had a candid camera with me for times like that - so that I could've captured that memory on film (because lets face it - BYU probably won't do this often.) Unfortunately, all I have is the memory planted firmly in my brain. And I will have to live with that. Which I am getting used to slowly and surely. Only because several weeks ago my heart was broken when all of our home videos were erased from our computer. You should've seen me cry. I know it was stupid to be so upset over such temporal things, but still......the thought of all those videos of my little babies, that I always thought I would be able to watch whenever I wanted to be all sentimental - they aren't there anymore. Anyway, I'm getting over it, slowly but surely, but it makes me realize I should take more pictures and make more movies. Mostly because I want to always remember the little things - my children's first smiles, my Dad's goofy grin, Blake saying lellow instead of yellow........
I've been spending some time with my Grandmother and she has all sorts of stories to tell. Stories of a time when the world was different. It fascinates me (and saddens me a bit) to realize that my parents (and my grandparents) have real personalities and real stories that don't include the only way I have ever viewed them - as parents and grandparents. So it was fun to see my Dad be so proud and excited for his Alma Mater......because sometimes I just forget that he was once a college kid, attending the games, feeling pride for his school. So, in lieu of getting to know my Dad as a college kid: GO COUGARS!
p.s. I was tempted to post that on Facebook, but I thought that in my wide array of friendships, the term "cougar" could be misconstrued........I do NOT root for older women preying on young men!
Brent and I had a wedding reception to attend (we got there so late, they weren't even serving food anymore, the cake had already been cut and the bride and groom were about to leave.) Brent watched the game beforehand at a member's home on a "15' wide HD projected screen" (or something like that) and then I whisked him off to the reception. I asked Dad to babysit - first question: Can I get the BYU game at your house? Of course he could, and he did. I called him at about 9:36pm to let him know we were on our way home, and as I was about to say goodbye, he blurted, "BYU IS WINNING!" I politely asked him the score (14-13 obviously, with 1 minute 20 seconds to go, BYU's possession.) About five minutes later, I got a text alert with the final score. We pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, opened the door from the garage, and there was Dad.......with the biggest little-boy-grin on his face! Sometimes I just love my Dad. He is like a little boy - uncomplicated. Anyway, I woke up this morning wishing that I had a candid camera with me for times like that - so that I could've captured that memory on film (because lets face it - BYU probably won't do this often.) Unfortunately, all I have is the memory planted firmly in my brain. And I will have to live with that. Which I am getting used to slowly and surely. Only because several weeks ago my heart was broken when all of our home videos were erased from our computer. You should've seen me cry. I know it was stupid to be so upset over such temporal things, but still......the thought of all those videos of my little babies, that I always thought I would be able to watch whenever I wanted to be all sentimental - they aren't there anymore. Anyway, I'm getting over it, slowly but surely, but it makes me realize I should take more pictures and make more movies. Mostly because I want to always remember the little things - my children's first smiles, my Dad's goofy grin, Blake saying lellow instead of yellow........
I've been spending some time with my Grandmother and she has all sorts of stories to tell. Stories of a time when the world was different. It fascinates me (and saddens me a bit) to realize that my parents (and my grandparents) have real personalities and real stories that don't include the only way I have ever viewed them - as parents and grandparents. So it was fun to see my Dad be so proud and excited for his Alma Mater......because sometimes I just forget that he was once a college kid, attending the games, feeling pride for his school. So, in lieu of getting to know my Dad as a college kid: GO COUGARS!
p.s. I was tempted to post that on Facebook, but I thought that in my wide array of friendships, the term "cougar" could be misconstrued........I do NOT root for older women preying on young men!
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I love taking video and pictures. I have so many pictures of my nieces and nephews growing up and videos of them well being kids. It's so nice to see that. I wouldn't know what to do if I lost those.
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