Showing posts with label Anniversary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anniversary. Show all posts

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Counting Our 30 Years of Blessings

Last night our children threw us a 30 year anniversary party.  Now why would anyone throw a 30 year party?  Why not a 25 year shindig or wait for the big 50th?  When I asked Kristy why she came up with this idea she mentioned something about how she had wanted to do a 25th year party but it just didn't work out that year with her living in Colorado.  When people asked us about the unique 30 year party we just told them that because Brett and I have had such health struggles this year, our kids were worried we wouldn't make it to our 50th Wedding Anniversary so they decided to go with the 30th.  :) Whatever the reason, it turned out beautifully thanks to ALL of our children.  Every one of them spent so much time, energy, and care in planning and pulling off this incredible night.


Kristy and Mary were the brains and creative directors of this special event and Ben and Jared were the brilliant artistic/muscle support team.  Abbey was the energetic kid chaser and tender for the day of the party and faithfully kept the Robinson grandchildren from destroying the church and each other - and that was a big job, believe me.  Sadly, little Miss E was home with her other grandparents nursing a cold so we missed her.

Kristy's dream was to hold the party outside, to add a little more class to the festivities than our original church gym reception had, which was held so many years ago in little Washington, Utah.  Now Brett and I are not too particular about this kind of thing, but Kristy and Mary are party experts and wanted the open house held in the bowery at the West Bountiful Chapel in our stake.  Well, the weather did not cooperate with the party planners' vision and there was an emergency shift of location with some slight panic when the winds picked up, blowing decoration sundries everywhere, so it was inevitable that our gathering be held in another church gym.

Our kids made this gym glow with candles, twinkle lights and beautifully crafted homemade decor, complete with our wedding colors of lavender and grey.  And unlike the 1982 reception, where we could hear all the echoes of the clomping high heels walking across the wooden basketball court, this gym had carpeting which muted the sports influence and allowed us to hear each other and the 1980s music playlist Ben had put together.  So to the tunes of Chicago, Foreigner, Journey, Steve Miller Band, Willie Nelson, Styx, and Hall & Oates we visited with wonderful family and friends who braved the stormy night to honor us. We watched a DVD that Ben and Jared made which included some of our wedding photos and the most embarrassing and touching scenes from our lengthy wedding video.

 Miss Millie
 Kimball-icious
Thomas
 That basketball carpet can be unforgiving when chasing little brothers.
 Mom and Del came and called themselves "Bonnie and Clyde" all night.  Don't ask me why.
Dave and Sheila Krogue are great neighbors, friends, and fellow St. George Temple wedding-ers.
Aunt Lucie and Uncle Harold (my dad's brother) just celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary.
Donna (Brett's mom) had her 72nd birthday the day before and looks amazing, especially for being a three time cancer survivor.  Kristy, Abbey, and Mary are the Party Powerhouses.
The guests were few (kind of like our original reception) but so wonderful and it was nice to have more intimate conversations.
 Del and Mom have only been married eight months but they are looking as happy as ever.
Eric and Lynn Millis are great friends we have known for over 22 years.  Their example of a successful  marriage and family has inspired us so often.
 Aunt Ruth (my dad's sister) and my mom had a chance to get reacquainted and catch up.
Dick and Evelyn Lemon have been two of our biggest supporters since we have moved to Bountiful 22 years ago.  They are dedicated to each other, their family, and our church, and on top of that they are just full of love and understanding for everyone.  We have been blessed to have them as an example as well.
This is Pat, Millie, Kristy, Donna, and our Jared.  My step-mom Pat brought my dad's sister, brother, and sister-in-law to the party to fill in for my dad who passed away in 2008.  Pat continues to be such a blessing in our lives with her thoughtful caring ways and constant devotion.
Millie was the official jewelry inspector of the night.
My sister-in-law Janie and brother Randy came to celebrate with us and helped with the clean-up.  They are still newlyweds themselves and some of our favorite people.
 Aunt Ruth and Ben had time for a hug.
Towards the end of the evening the sky cleared up and showed off some brilliant colors.
My sister-in-law Marcell has always been someone very important in our family.  She deserves her own post so I will save her part of our story for later this week.
Yes, Marcell, we love you so much.
 After the festivities were over the Ninja Clean Up Crew came out!

Thank you, Kristy, Jared, Mary, Ben, and Abbey!  Thank you for making sure we celebrated a 30 year milestone that has seemed to come about with amazing speed.  Even though it seems like yesterday that Brett and I met on the steps of the St. George Tabernacle, the in and out breaths of our lives together have been joyfully delicious, comforting, unnerving, tender, eye-opening, challenging, and remarkable all at the same time.  We treasure these 30 years in our hearts and look forward to 30 more, and maybe, if we are lucky, another church gym will host a similar celebration when we can look back again and say, "Where has the time gone?"

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Abigail and Qatar


I realized I haven't written much about how a seven year old adjusts to life in the Middle East. It hasn't been easy. In fact, Abbey has been at her limit many days, and I have been at a loss about how to ease her yearning for home. Amazingly though, the days she has been happy far outweigh the sad days for her. Yesterday, Brett and I celebrated our 26th wedding anniversary, and Abbey outdid herself. She painted us a beautiful painting at our neighbor Felicity's house the day before - a painting of a butterfly and a caterpillar. When Abbey gave us the painting she said that I am the butterfly and Brett is the caterpillar. I like that interpretation of her creation. Thanks, Felicity, for helping her with that!

Yesterday I woke up to Abbey tapping me on the arm saying, "Get up Mom, I have a surprise for you and Dad. Happy Anniversary!" She had one bowl of cereal, two spoons, milk, fancy goblets, and orange juice on a tray for us. When Brett asked her why there was only one bowl, she said, "So you can share and be romantic." While we fed each other Honey Nut Cheerios, we opened beautiful pictures Abbey had drawn for us in secret the night before - that is why she got in trouble for not being ready for bed on time, poor girl. By the way, I LOVE kid art. My kids have always been masterful at expressing the purest image with simple lines and colors. I think most kids are naturally artistic, but mine, well . . . . Abbey's drawings of clouds and birds and flowers filled me with gratitude. After that the three of us cuddled in bed, and I had one of those moments of pure joy when everything, and I mean everything, feels completely perfect. I knew it was going to be a good day.

Then last night Brett and I made a steak dinner together, and Abbey helped me light about 50 tealight candles in the dining room and living room to surprise Brett. When he came downstairs it looked like a fairyland, and Abbey's eyes were round and brimming with excitement. She said, "I think I am starting to like this anniversary." Because this month is Ramadan in the Muslim world (more about this in a later post), we thought it best to celebrate at home and not fight the starving people breaking their fasts in the traffic. It was one of the best anniversaries ever, especially because Abbey celebrated with us.

This post seems to be more about our anniversary than about how Abbey has been coping with living here, but it really illustrates her last few weeks. Her resiliency has astounded us. Her ability to always think of the "good side" even when she's sad has been a gift to our family, especially now. Today we finally got to go to her school orientation, and I could see the lights go on in her eyes as she met her teacher, met some of her classmates, and walked around the huge school (about 1000 students in all). Abbey loves people, and waiting so long in this foreign environment to get connected to school and friends has been hard, but I have seen such a strength in her that I've never had an opportunity to see before. Abbey will start second grade on Sunday, and I already find myself missing her dependence on me. Her new independent strength is what I want for her, but for me, those cuddling sessions could go on forever. You see, I have already watched two children get too busy, too grown-up, and too far away to snuggle with in bed. That darn Kristy and Ben! I guess Abbey will join them soon enough in their grown-up adventures, but for now our little Qatar kid still wants at least three goodnight kisses before she can fall asleep, and I'm so fine with that!