On an early Sunday morning

I've never been much for sleeping in. Even when I was in college, I can't recall a time where I slept in much past 730AM (it didn't help that I had early classes or a morning job). I had friends who considered waking at noon to be too early. I have two daughters that are on that train. Not me. 600AM is almost late for me. I fear I may be turning into my dad - 330AM or 4AM wake ups are totally normal for him. I now get why the blue-hair/elderly set are at the buffet at 4PM - that's late dinner for them! But I digress...

I am up early this morning, as usual. Full day of getting religion on the docket. Pre-church meetings start at 9AM, then services at 1PM, with some post-meetings that will have me there until 530PM or 6PM. It makes for a long day, but typically, a fulfilling one. So looking forward to dinner tonight. We are having some friends over and tonight is Cuban night. We are doing black bean soup and ropa veija. We were going to do the tostone thing again but after our last debacle with tostones, the stunningly patient SML and I decided to hold off. We are trying a new dessert - tres leches cake. Now I am no fan of milk - I hate it - (it has been 22 almost 23 years since I've had a glass of milk) and I hate soggy food even more (texture just makes me want to hurl) but there's just something about tres leches cake. So the stunningly patient SML and I spent part of yesterday afternoon, prepping the cake as well as the carne for the ropa vieja.

It was one of those snowy Chicagoland afternoons where going outside was pretty unappealing so warming up in the kitchen was a cool alternative. We were reminded just how small our kitchen as we worked together (older midwestern homes are not known for their big, workable kitchens - galleys on the Boeing 777 are bigger and more workable than our stupid kitchen) but we still managed to get the job done. We enjoyed that time together - dare I say it was one of those idyllic moments:
Probably not as idyllic as this.

Speaking of idyllic, after dinner is over, it will be time to catch the latest episode of "The Amazing Race." Then I'll pack for my next trip - Mexico City on Monday morning. Thanks to Mother United canceling their non-stop between Chicago O'Hare and Mexico City, I'll be doing the United hub tour to get to/from Mexico City. If nothing else, it's more miles and segments to the "Dad I need an airplane ticket" fund. At least there's some tacos al pastor and nopal in my future. And maybe a stop at Quesadilla Maria Isabel. Indeed, that will happen. Back in the States on Thursday. Just to head downstate all day Saturday. The calendar is full. But that's better than the alternative I suppose.

How's your day been?

So how's your day been? Mine, you ask? Let's see...that would be not good. This pretty much sums it up:
And let me make it clear, I would be the one getting spanked.

I won't bore you with the details - it's all work-related. Let's just say that the year-end review period and the goal setting period for the new year are a drain, a chore, all manner of stuff. And that's not the worst of it. Still several more hours of work to go tonight so I took a quick break. The house is full of the wonderful aroma of roast - the stunningly patient SML, after working a full day today, has prepped a roast for sandwiches tonight. That'll warm us up as it's snowing again.

Still tons to do. Fly to Washington DC tomorrow night and then leave for Mexico City on Monday. I have a presentation there on Tuesday that I haven't even started yet. That's going to have to wait for the weekend. No choice. Just need to get through tonight.

19

It's an auspicious day for our family today, 16 February. Our eldest child, Our Lady of BYU, turns 19.

It's been a terrific 19 year ride so far for her. She's having the time of her life now at school, having great fun, making lots of new friends, and finding a little bit of time to fret over her choice of major. She's brought us a tremendous amount of joy, as all our children have. It's quite a thing to watch her wade the waters of young adulthood. I'm grateful for the decisions she's made so far. She's doing well. I'm glad that she's sharing her life with us the way she does - glad she let me hang with her one weekend at school last fall:

I marvel that we have a nineteen year old. She's very much like her mom, organized, focused. She's got a bit of my viewpoint on life - we'll see how that serves her. I love her tagline...."Life's tough, get a helmet." That's my girl!

Remember the movie version of "The Wild Thornberrys"? Paul Simon sang a song called "Father & Daughter" and it pretty much nails how I feel about the birthday girl and her sister, CAL. Here's the video:

Wild Thornberrys - ''Father & Daughter,'' by Paul Simon | Movies & TV | SPIKE.com

I'm standing guard still and there's never been a father who loves his daughters as much as I love Our Lady of BYU and her sister CAL.

Happy birthday, Princess. Love you, Dad

Valentine's Day - I still vote no

The image on the left captures nicely, and, based on my Google image search, least offensively, my sentiments about the annual corporate-engineered (and profiteering) sap fest that is Valentine's Day. I can safely and proudly say that I have never supported this hollow celebration of one's adoration and/or love for another. I do not need any number of corporations, and you know who they are, telling me that I need to rush out and buy several things in order to prove or show my love to my "special someone." I'm not having it.

The stunningly patient SML, my wife of twenty years, knew this about me going in, so it wasn't like I sprung this on her after showering her with all manner of cards, candies, and flowers. If you ask her, she'll probably tell you that there's been a drought of cards, candies and flowers over the years. So some may say that's one of the reasons she's earned the title of "stunningly patient." It's not. Try living with me. Or the Boy. That's a one-two punch and it's not for the faint of heart.

Here's what I know and I don't need a day set apart on the calendar to express it, nor do I have to say it with a sappy card or anything else - I have loved the stunningly patient SML from the moment I saw her. Seriously. And I knew during our first date twenty-one years ago that I had found the reason that I wanted to be better every day and I knew I was not going to lose her. She missed that memo of enlightenment on that first date so I had my work cut out for me. And work I did. I still count my blessings each and every day that she agreed to marry me.

Twenty years later, here we are...we've done really well, I think. We've got three amazing children. We've experienced both good times and challenging times and been able to do things that I don't think either of us envisioned when we first got married. I am so lucky to have this amazing, beautiful woman as my best friend. I love her patience, her calm, her ability to see through my bravado and set me straight. I love how she has really raised our children (I've spent way too many years on the road and so much of raising the kids fell to her). I love the home she creates for us, no matter where we live. I love that she makes sure our home is one focused on Christ's principles. I love that she can't get a song lyric right to save her life - "O Shamu" instead of "Ocean Blue," sorry, ABC, but what's the diff? I love that she still loves wretched, wretched bands like Air Supply (I'd just as soon puke a lung than listen to them, but that's not important). I love that we laugh a lot. I love her.

After my mother first met the stunningly patient SML, she said to me, "You have no idea how lucky you are that she has agreed to marry you." To this day, my mother still says that. And she's right. I am a lucky, lucky man.
The stunningly patient SML and me-Manly Beach, Sydney, Australia, 2008.

So this as treacly and sappy as I get - I love my wife and I am forever grateful to her. She's amazing and I'd be a mess without her. End of story. So Happy Valentine's Day.