Last night was our last youth group meeting before Christmas. I made oreo truffles with red and green chocolate. We played Bingo with the youth and then we had an extended worship session to celebrate this season of Christ’s birth.
I was trying so hard to hang up a mirror in Mike and I’s room. Our renter has asked us very nicely to be gentle with the walls (as all renters do) so I was trying so hard to hang up a mirror gently. I completely failed. Apparently this old house is made of really soft drywall in some places and hard as concrete drywall in others. I was dealing with the concrete version on this particular day. It resulted in three (noticeably) huge holes in the wall, a mirror still leaning against the wall on the floor, and lots of tears. My poor husband.
Usually an event like this wouldn’t send me over the edge…
Unfortunately today has also been a particularly rough Alfred day. Usually our days are breezy with him but now he’s teething and he’s learned that he can reach things higher than he could reach before – oh and he really really likes shoes.
So, with the mirror fiasco and then discovering that Alfred was not just playing under the bed but shredding the cork board that our bed wheels sit on, I had a melt down. (oh, and shredding might be an overstatement – but i’m emotional here)
Luckily my husband came home at prime time melt down and he was able to do damage control. He’s a dog whisperer when it comes to Alfie and he’s also much better at drywall than me. Then he went to the store and came home with Laffy Taffy, gummy bears, and hot sauce (to put on the cork board to make the “shredding” stop). He also surprised me with a travel pillow. He brought me back to reality, the reality that a few holes in the wall are not the end of the world – they can be fixed. Also, the reality that Alfie will someday not be apuppy and he someday will not want to chew on everything that’s not his.
So, now I’m writing to you – eating Laffy Taffy and gummy bears – with a well supported neck – and I’m daydreaming of tomorrow (or maybe two weeks from this exact moment when I will be on a plane to sunny Arizona).
Dear Husband, I’m sorry you came home to such a mess this afternoon. Thank you for being the support I needed today. I am grateful that in every moment you are ready to bring me back to reality and remind me that there are bigger things than holes in the wall and puppy quarrels. Oh, and thanks for taking care of the mirror.
When I was little my mom would make my dad homemade fried chicken just like his mom made him on his birthday. As far as I remember, it’s his favorite – especially his mommas recipe. December 2nd has turned into a lot of things over the years: Sometimes we were in school and distracted, sometimes dad had meetings, sometimes I’m really far away and forget to call (oops), and sometimes it’s the first time my husband will preach at our church. But December 2nd will always be my dad’s birthday – even when we can’t celebrate together.
Young Kelsey was a little bit afraid of her father. You could say he was the disciplinarian in our family. If dad needed to be involved we knew we did something really bad. Now that I’m a little older (and much more mature) I have learned that dad isn’t that scary. He’s actually not scary at all. He’s loving, patient, and would give anything for a great game of golf. He’s supportive, he’s a gifted provider, he loves my momma well, and he is most of the time brutally honest. He’s a great coach (coached his three girls in golf and will soon coach #4) and he loves absolutely everything about family tradition.
Some favorite moments with my dad:
1. When we were little my sisters and I would always watch Monday Night football with Dad (well like the first 10 minutes) and we would always dance around to the Monday Night football song and dad would “sack” us when it was all done. Good times.
2. Golfing with my dad in Arizona – just the two of us. We’ve been paired up with some quite interesting people which gave us lots of moments to giggle.
3. Just before Mike and I’s wedding – My dad and I stood outside the sanctuary and peeked in through the blinds. It was just a moment filled with joy.
4. Walking down the aisle. My dad and I shared a very special moment that resulted in one of my favorite pictures from the wedding. It was the perfect way for him to give me away.
Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD! I love you! You’re the best dad I could have asked for and I hope you feel celebrated today.