Saturday, October 16, 2010

Pops

Tag,

Your Grandpa Howard hasn't been feeling well.  His cancer is spreading and he is also struggling with pneumonia and bronchitis.  In true Howard form, he left me a message the other day, saying, "Other than those things, I'm on top of the world!"

Anyway, his wife Babs took him back up to Huntsman Cancer Inst. last night because he was short of breath.  They have put him on oxygen and did a scan this morning to see if he has a blood clot blocking his breathing.  This brings me to the point of this post.  Dad called me this morning and did his best "be positive" attempt to give me an update as to how he was feeling.  He sounded tired and frankly a little scared.  He commented that he wasn't sure how he was going to be able to go golfing with me with this oxygen tank and I joked and told him we'd strap it to his back and find a way.

He's been wanting to road trip out to California in a few weeks to watch your cousins Tennie, Adele, and Ceci perform in a play, and he commented that we'll have to play it by ear and see how he's feeling.  Then, he paused and said, "I want you to lean down and kiss the Tagman on the cheek for me and tell him that was from his grandpa."


This really touched me and I cried as I hung up the phone.  I can't wait for you to wake up from your nap so I can deliver on this request.  I want you to know how much your Grandpa loves you, son.  Every time he sees you his countenance changes and he can't seem to get enough of you.  It's important you know this.

Hopefully, Grandpa will be out of the hospital soon, and we'll have lots of time to play with him. In the meantime, we all pray for his comfort and safety and that the loving arms of the Savior will wrap around Grandpa as he goes through this trial. 

Sunday, October 10, 2010

10/10

Tag, October 10th is a big day for both of us.  Three years ago on this very afternoon, I stepped into my car in Salt Lake City, Utah and drove one hour south to a place called Woodland Hills on a blind date. I remember quite a few times on that drive thinking to myself, "What am I doing driving this far for a blind date...?"

Let me tell you, I had completely different thoughts as I drove home later that night.

Here's a little background:  My divorce had just recently become final and I was in no mood to jump back in to a relationship with another female, as the freedom from the nightmare of the first marriage had not even begun to offer its savory aftertaste.  A friend of mine encouraged me to create a profile on several LDS singles websites and I had done so for a few months, mostly just for laughs.  I received quite a few inquiries from several females immediately after creating my profile and joked with my friends that it felt like the "Mormon DMV", as the cross-section of inquiries were less than desirable.

After a few months I started browsing the list to see if I might find anyone I could meet who didn't find me repulsive, and your Mom's profile was one of the first I stumbled upon.  She had a few photos posted, one showing her just after playing tennis.  Since my first wife accused me of misleading her about my faith in Christ because I had gone to see a Denver Broncos game on a Sunday (I hadn't been to a game for more than 25 years -- one of my favorite memories of childhood), I was determined to make certain any new female I met was a little more flexible.

I wrote a quick email message to your Mom (the site used confidential user names rather than actual names, so I wasn't sure of her real name) and she wrote back something that made me laugh, so I invited her to go have a golf lesson.  She accepted.

I showed up to Woodland Hills on a beautiful fall day, sun shining.  When your Mom got out of her car at the meeting place, I was stunned at how beautiful she was.  "She's prettier than even her pictures!  When does that ever happen?" -- I remember thinking to myself.  We said hello and and drove to nearby Gladstan Golf Course to hit some balls on the range.  We had a great time and I remember laughing and being completely at ease.


A key difference in my mental attitude, vs. other times in my life, was that I wasn't trying to impress her per se.  Instead, I was just being myself and having a good time meeting someone new. This shift in my attitude had come through the pain of my divorce and subsequent humble time on my knees, praying to God, and surrendering my personal life to him just a few weeks earlier.  During this extremely personal conversation with the Lord, I had a very special experience where the spirit called me by name and said that everything would be all right.  I remember all my pain, anger and anguish leaving my heart at that moment and I knew I had had an answer to my prayer and decided from that point to simply walk the path and see what might happen. 

Anway, Joann and I had a great time on the driving range and decided to drive into Payson for a little mexican food.  We really enjoyed talking and getting to know each other.  During that dinner I learned that she, too, had been divorced more than 10 years earlier and had two sons, Jordan and Michael.  Jordan was 15 and living with his father in Twin Falls, Idaho, and Michael, 12, was still living with her but was staying the night at a friend's house.  I sensed in her a strong inner strength and confidence and I was immediately attracted to these fine qualities.

After eating she invited me up to where she lived to have some homemade ice cream and peaches.  Who would turn down that offer!  There, I was introduced to her landlords, Ingrid and Michell, who lived upstairs as we borrowed a movie.  They gave me suspicious greetings and I felt how much they loved Joann.

As far as love goes, Joann and I had chemistry immediately.  In fact, as we turned on the movie she came out of the kitchen with her delicious home-made ice cream and fresh peaches and sat so close to me on my right, that I was barely able to move my elbow enough to hold my bowl.  Good thing I was left-handed, because I wasn't about to ask her to give me any room!

The rest of the evening I experienced the most chemistry I had ever had in my life and you'll have to ask your Mother about any other significant details.  I drove home well after midnight and remember thinking to myself, "This could be trouble." ...And I was right.

Within just a few short months, we fell in love and the rest is history.  So, you see, 10/10 (2007) is a very special day for you and me.  From this experience I learned the amazing power of prayer and that the Lord will bless us beyond our wildest dreams if we will be humble, surrender our righteous desires to Him, and ask Him for help, instead of thinking we've got it all figured out and can crank through life on our own.

If you'll remember this important lesson, son, you'll avoid making mistakes on the most important decisions in your life.  In fact, you may even meet the girl of your dreams when you least expect it!

Love, Mitch.

PS.  Here's a photo of us on our 2nd date, just after playing our own game of tennis.  Is she cute or what?

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

10 Months. 5 Minute Drill

Tag, you turned 10 months today.  Last night I was watching you and this is what I witnessed in 5 minutes, from your point of view:

What is that?
Climb to see.
Grab a ball.

That tastes good,
That tastes bad.
Stand and fall.

Hey, there's a duck!
What's that sound? Look around
Touch that light.

Sing a song
Tip that over
Turn to the right.

Kick the ball, stand by the wall
Bonk the head

What is that? Chase the cat
Pull the fur.

Think I'll cry
Wait.. no... laugh
Push one out

No alarm, just a toot
Eat that phone
Turn about

Grab remote, put down throat
Tear the page

Crawl to Dad
Give a smile
What an age!