Category Archives: K

Joyland Was A Hit

Joyland Was A Hit

So Lubbock has a little amusement park that is open during the summer, it’s called Joyland.

Our church reserved the park this last week and we got to go.

I was not excited about it because it was so hot outside, but mom convinced me and we went anyway.

We all ate hotdogs on picnic tables before we went in, playing hide and seek with the blistering sun.

H, you had an absolute blast.

You and I even rode the Sky Ride together.

H, you have gone from a kid that was crying about getting on a merry-go-round at the age of 3, to a 4-year-old insisting on doing the Wild River Log Flume 5 times in one evening!

You were a beast!

K, unfortunately, you were too small for most of the rides.

But I think you would have done every single ride with H if we had let you!

K, you loved the merry-go-round when we all did it as a family.

You girls are becoming so big and strong and brave and wise.

I love you.

-Dad

The Little Cracker Thief

The Little Cracker Thief

K, H called you a cracker thief the other day.

It was hilarious.

I mean, you are all about the crackers.

So it was 5:15 or so, and we were just home from school and work.

We were starting to think about dinner, and every time we turned around one of you girls was asking for another cracker.

K, you could not get enough and were double-fisting them at one point.

You may have picked up one of H’s.

So H turns around and says:

She is a little cracker thief!

I was still smiling about it two days later.

I love you.

-Dad

You Care, Very Deeply

You Care, Very Deeply

K, we have a running joke that you care very deeply.

It’s not a joke, really.

It’s just a phrase we say, a line from the Disney movie, Inside Out.

See, there is this scene where the character Anger explodes at something.

When he does, the narrator, Joy, explains that he has this big sense of fairness and that he cares “very deeply.”

Well, my little biscuit.

You have an enormous sense of fairness too.

Maybe it’s personality.

Or, the fact that you have an older sibling.

I am not sure.

But, girl, when you think someone has done you wrong for some reason, you can explode.

When you get angry, mom and I smile at each other while we are trying to calm you down and say:

She cares very deeply.

I love your fire.

May you never lose it.

I love you.

-Dad