My grandpa passed away two weeks ago.
When I first heard the news that grandpa was gone, I felt relieved. I spent two days in his hospital room that weekend and I saw that he was not himself anymore. He was incoherent and restless and suffering. I felt so thankful that it was finally over, that grandpa was finally enjoying his new body in heaven, free of all pain.
It took me three days to realize that I had actually lost my happy, youthful, kind, and loving grandpa. All at once I realized that it was not the man who lay dying, wrestling with brain cancer, that I would mourn for. That in fact, it was the man who wore cowboy boots and walked with a distinct spring in his step who I would miss. And that it wasn't the man who couldn't walk or talk anymore that I would long for one more day with, but instead the grandpa who used to take me fishing and ice skating and who once made me ride a horse for EIGHT HOURS to get to the most remote and beautiful camping spot I have ever seen.
When I was little, grandpa used to come home from work in the evening and fix himself a drink. Sometimes it was bourbon and 7 or maybe brandy on the rocks -- whatever the drink was, there were always cherries at the bottom. I would sit and watch him sip his drink, smelling the liquor and hearing the ice cubes clink around in the glass. He would talk "grown-up talk" about his day and I would wait for the prize. When he finished his last sip, he would hand the glass to me and I would fish those cherries out of the bottom. Man, those cherries were good!
Grandpa loved the outdoors and loved sharing his time and experiences with me. He was patient with me too, as he could be certain that every time I caught a fish, I would scream when I tried to get it off the hook. To my dismay, Grandpa never found it an acceptable excuse that I was a vegetarian -- if he cooked a fish that he caught, I was expected to eat a little. One summer, grandpa took me and my cousins on the grandest tour of Colorado that there ever was. We rode a train over a beautiful mountain pass, watched a mother deer coax her newborn through a stream, picnicked in the middle of dense forests, and took hikes to experience beautiful views.
If there ever was a man who was good at grand-fathering, it was my grandpa. I always knew that he loved me, that he was smitten by me.He never stopped showering me with hugs and quality time and "I love yous." He always made me know that I was important to him. Grandpa used to ask me every time I saw him if I was going to go to college. It was extremely important to him. And when I did choose a college, he backed up his words by paying for me to go. That gift he gave me - the gift of my education - is one that I will forever be grateful for.
I know my grandpa was proud of me, and to be honest, I was proud of him too. He was a hard worker who loved his wife and his family. He enjoyed life. He laughed and danced. He traveled and camped and experienced creation. He always had time for people who mattered to him. He was generous. I am so blessed to have known my grandpa, to have understood his love for me, and to have had such a wonderful and wise man in my life.
I miss him very much.
So we broke out the fresh toppings, 
rolled out the dough, 
made the best pizza ever, 
and added a little of this...
This resulted in a night of laughter, 
a little dancing, 
and a bit of singing. 
A good time was had by all, 
and we stayed up a late as we possibly could, 
and then did it again the next night...and the next...and for all of the nights as long as they are here.
It was wet and it was cold and it was fun. 
Miss Heidi was my fearless garbage buddy as we canvased the soccer and baseball fields together. 
Now to find some dry socks and head off to tutor. 
Two cuties who adore our little rabbit. 
My mantra for the morning was, "You can pet Stanley, but please don't chase Stanley." 
Here Micah is showing me how many bunnies he would like me to have. When I told him that I thought that would be too many rabbits, he said, "It's just a couple." 
I love being an aunt. 
Sweet Elise gave one of the best graduation speeches I have ever heard. I love this girl and am going to dearly miss her. 
As vice president of her class, Emily presented the class sponsor with a "thank you" and some flowers. 
Both Emily and I had the privilege of receiving our diplomas from our dad at graduation. It's a neat little moment. :) 
She did it...
...and Nate Nate too! 
"You may now move your tassels...
...and throw your hats!" Yippee! 
Here are a few clues to help you...
And if you still can't tell...here's one more hint to help you out...
So we squeezed in our THIRD trip to Denver in THREE days, and enjoyed a little entertainment. 
With female-led bands The Sounds and Paramore opening, it was "chicks-rock" night all around. 
But the highlight of the night was most definitely the girlie-girl of rock herself -- and I must say, she was stunning. Ever since I started walking into spider webs in seventh grade, I've been a bit fascinated with Ms. Gwen. She did not disappoint. Her performance was rock-solid -- her energy, her voice, her BAND -- everything was fantastic. 
Quite enjoyable indeed. 
Zach turned seventeen yesterday and went to prom. 
There were eight couples (that's 16 fancy teenagers) who met up at this house to go to prom together. That meant much madness to be observed. These three were fantastic observers. 
