David likes to help people, goes out of his way to do so, even if he knows he wont be appreciated in the end for doing so. If someone calls him up and needs something, he doesn't hesitate to drop what he's doing and do what is needed for the other person. David does whatever is asked of him with a smile on his face, with no complaints coming from his lips, and at the end of helping the person always says, "Hey no problem! Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you anytime."
He works all the time, doing whatever is asked of him, and then some. David aims to please. He usually works seven days a week doing twelve hour shifts, with a weekend off here and there. The most days he had ever worked in a row was 28. On Wednesday, the 18th day, he was told he'd have the coming weekend off. He was relieved, and looking forward to a couple of days off, but didn't show it. Friday, the 20th, his foreman told him he needed help for the weekend, and it would be manditory that he work the weekend, the was supposed to have off. David never showed a sign of disappointment, or even complained. He had worked 28 days straight, 28 days of getting up at 4:30am, with an hour drive to and from work, 28 days of getting home at 7, and then eating supper, and from the supper table to bed, but never once complained.
His wife sure knows how to pick an argument, sometimes doing so just because she misses him, but not knowing so. She gets heated pretty fast, spouting off hurtful things, walking out of the rooms he follows her into, opening the doors she's slammed in his face. But he doesnt raise his voice, not once. He tries to comfort her, tries to hug her, and constantly apologizing, even though its not his fault, and she knows that. When things simmer down, she apologizes over and over again for the hurtful things she had said, and for getting angry for no reason. David accepts them, and forgives, no questions asked. She would have held a grudge, argued for hours if he had ever said the things to her that she had said to him. But he doesnt, he's extremely forgiving, somethings too forgiving. Forgiving to the point that in his mind, it never happened. David gives the true meaning to "forgive and forget".
When he loves and cares about someone he does so with his entire heart, especially when it comes to his wife. He'd go to all ends of the earth for the love he has for his wife. It seems to good to be true the way he is to her. At least once a month, he has flowers delivered to their home, for her, "just because." Just because he loves her, just because he wants her to feel special and appreciated, and just because the smile on her face is worth it. Once, she came home from work to find a pile of snow in the shape of a perfect heart, and on it were the words "I love you" written with his finger. David is all about the love his wife and him share.
His mom sure knew what she was doing when she raised him. He's impossible to get angry, quick to forgive, and slow to put himself first, if ever at all. There's nothing he loves more than watching football on Sundays, the one thing he enjoys. Napping on and off, snacking throughout the day, and switching between the two games he wants to watch. Other than having a Sunday in his recliner watching footbal, he never asks for anything.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Week 6 re-write Home-Sweet-Home
Today, home to me is an old farmhouse with five bedrooms, two bathrooms, situated on 5.5 acres, built in the early 1900’s. My husband, David, and I bought the house on August 5, 2009, a month before we got married. Before we moved in there was a bit work to be done, a new well, fix front of the foundation; which showed signs of giving out, completely gut out the bathroom, and of course, painting. At nineteen years old, a little paint didn’t sound like a big deal, until of course, I was the only one painting five large rooms. The excitement of painting quickly died after completing the first room. However, the excitement of, “This is ours! This is really OUR house!” still hasn’t died.
From birth to about four years old, home meant a two bedroom trailer behind my grandparents house in East Dover. Looking at pictures, it’s a miracle the four of us even lived in the trailer comfortably without getting on each others nerves from the lack of space, especially with two kids two years apart. But we made it work, my older brother, Daren, and I shared a room, that had just enough space for our toddler beds, toy box, and some space to play. Sadly, our room was the biggest of the two, my parents bedroom was big enough for a full size bed and one dresser, and just enough room to dress and shut the door. Almost all of the pictures I’ve looked at when we lived in that trailer consisted of us playing outside. Mom said every day it was nice out we were outside, the small space didn’t tire us out enough to go to bed easily she said. At the age of three my parents told us we were going to have another sibling, which meant we needed a lot more space, our tiny trailer wasn’t going to cut it anymore.
Home quickly went from a two bedroom trailer behind my grandparents to a four bedroom ranch on 4 acres in Dexter. This would be my home for the next fifteen years, until I moved out at nineteen. It took time settling into our new home, especially for Daren and I. Mom said that when she got up to tend to our new baby brother at night, she found either Daren in my room sleeping on the floor or me in Daren’s room sleeping on the floor. Our biggest challenge was having our own bedroom, she didn’t think we were scared of sleeping alone in our own room, but we had just been used to having each other. That phase lasted about two months, and once we finally got settled into our new home, we took full advantage of a bigger house with a bigger yard. As we all got older, home to all of us became different. Daren moved on the bored of Maine, living in an apartment and has started his own family, and my younger brother has started college, living on campus at a college down south as well.
As for me, home for the last three years has been in the old farmhouse that David and I bought, fixed up, and moved into together. We have more space than we know what to do with, which has lead to three bedrooms being ‘storage’, a word we use to justify the unorganized rooms piled up with our stuff. Our dog has plenty of room to run around, and David to ride his four-wheeler and snowmobiles. The house may be too big for us right now, but as our family grows, the space will start to shrink as it becomes our children’s first home.
From birth to about four years old, home meant a two bedroom trailer behind my grandparents house in East Dover. Looking at pictures, it’s a miracle the four of us even lived in the trailer comfortably without getting on each others nerves from the lack of space, especially with two kids two years apart. But we made it work, my older brother, Daren, and I shared a room, that had just enough space for our toddler beds, toy box, and some space to play. Sadly, our room was the biggest of the two, my parents bedroom was big enough for a full size bed and one dresser, and just enough room to dress and shut the door. Almost all of the pictures I’ve looked at when we lived in that trailer consisted of us playing outside. Mom said every day it was nice out we were outside, the small space didn’t tire us out enough to go to bed easily she said. At the age of three my parents told us we were going to have another sibling, which meant we needed a lot more space, our tiny trailer wasn’t going to cut it anymore.
Home quickly went from a two bedroom trailer behind my grandparents to a four bedroom ranch on 4 acres in Dexter. This would be my home for the next fifteen years, until I moved out at nineteen. It took time settling into our new home, especially for Daren and I. Mom said that when she got up to tend to our new baby brother at night, she found either Daren in my room sleeping on the floor or me in Daren’s room sleeping on the floor. Our biggest challenge was having our own bedroom, she didn’t think we were scared of sleeping alone in our own room, but we had just been used to having each other. That phase lasted about two months, and once we finally got settled into our new home, we took full advantage of a bigger house with a bigger yard. As we all got older, home to all of us became different. Daren moved on the bored of Maine, living in an apartment and has started his own family, and my younger brother has started college, living on campus at a college down south as well.
As for me, home for the last three years has been in the old farmhouse that David and I bought, fixed up, and moved into together. We have more space than we know what to do with, which has lead to three bedrooms being ‘storage’, a word we use to justify the unorganized rooms piled up with our stuff. Our dog has plenty of room to run around, and David to ride his four-wheeler and snowmobiles. The house may be too big for us right now, but as our family grows, the space will start to shrink as it becomes our children’s first home.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Week 6
I was always told, that my first home was a two bedroom trailer set on a dirt pad out behind my grandparents house in East Dover. It may have been small, but it housed both my parents, my older brother and I. In that little trailer is where my brother and I took out first steps, said our first words, and each took a turn falling down the outside steps, and splitting our top lip open.
I dont remember much of living in the trailer, other than Friday night "Treat Nights". My Dad worked at Dexter Shoe in dexter, and every friday morning before he left for work he'd ask my brother, Daren, and I what we wanted for a treat.
"Reese's peanut butter cups!" Daren always replied.
But I took my time. I'd take into consideration what I had last week and then what I felt like having that day.
"Starburst! No.. No wait..." I said hesitantly, careful not to make my Dad irritated.
"Ummm..... Twizzlers!" I then quickly told him as he picked up his lunch box and headed for the door.
The day dragged on. Daren and I made sure to be on our best behavior for mom, so she wouldnt revoke our "Treat Night". That day was different though, my mom had spent the morning hugging the toilet bowl, throwing up. Daren and I werent sure what do to do, so we did for mom what she always did for us. We made our way back down the hallway to the kitchen, Daren poured the gingerale since I wasnt allowed to pour drinks yet. I headed straight for the lazy susan, pulling out the last package of saltine crackers. Together, we then made our way back to the bathroom, with proud smiles one, and told mom we were going to take care of her, and to follow us to her bedroom. She laid back down in bed, Daren handed her the glass of gingerale, then I gave her the package of crackers. Mom slept most of the day, which to us meant for an easy behavior day for "Treat Night".
Dad got home and found mom in bed, he called out to us from the living room and told us to come here. In order to get our treats that night Dad made us guess the surprise they had for us.
"A new remote control car!" Daren shot off.
"A new barbie?!" I asked.
Then my mom, with the last bit of energy she had left from the day after spending it throwing up, said, "A baby brother."
Daren and I looked at eachother. Decided it was ok to have a baby brother, then asked Dad for our treat!
Our family was quickly growing, and the trailer quickly shrinking. The days of mom tell me of where I first lived were coming to an end, and the days of us four telling Andrew where he grew up on the Shaw Road on the Dover/Dexter town line were soon to begin.
I dont remember much of living in the trailer, other than Friday night "Treat Nights". My Dad worked at Dexter Shoe in dexter, and every friday morning before he left for work he'd ask my brother, Daren, and I what we wanted for a treat.
"Reese's peanut butter cups!" Daren always replied.
But I took my time. I'd take into consideration what I had last week and then what I felt like having that day.
"Starburst! No.. No wait..." I said hesitantly, careful not to make my Dad irritated.
"Ummm..... Twizzlers!" I then quickly told him as he picked up his lunch box and headed for the door.
The day dragged on. Daren and I made sure to be on our best behavior for mom, so she wouldnt revoke our "Treat Night". That day was different though, my mom had spent the morning hugging the toilet bowl, throwing up. Daren and I werent sure what do to do, so we did for mom what she always did for us. We made our way back down the hallway to the kitchen, Daren poured the gingerale since I wasnt allowed to pour drinks yet. I headed straight for the lazy susan, pulling out the last package of saltine crackers. Together, we then made our way back to the bathroom, with proud smiles one, and told mom we were going to take care of her, and to follow us to her bedroom. She laid back down in bed, Daren handed her the glass of gingerale, then I gave her the package of crackers. Mom slept most of the day, which to us meant for an easy behavior day for "Treat Night".
Dad got home and found mom in bed, he called out to us from the living room and told us to come here. In order to get our treats that night Dad made us guess the surprise they had for us.
"A new remote control car!" Daren shot off.
"A new barbie?!" I asked.
Then my mom, with the last bit of energy she had left from the day after spending it throwing up, said, "A baby brother."
Daren and I looked at eachother. Decided it was ok to have a baby brother, then asked Dad for our treat!
Our family was quickly growing, and the trailer quickly shrinking. The days of mom tell me of where I first lived were coming to an end, and the days of us four telling Andrew where he grew up on the Shaw Road on the Dover/Dexter town line were soon to begin.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Week #5
Standing in the church addition, with my four bridesmaids, and maid of honor finally putting on our dresses. Mine taking longer than theirs, since mine was a corset top that needed to be laced up, while their dresses had a zipper. We had spent the morning getting our hair done at the salon, nails done at the mall, and sipping Dunkin Donuts coffee. Each girl took their turn saying, "I can't believe the day is finally here!"
****
February 7th, 2009, our one year anniversary. He surprised me with a trip to Sugarlaof to spend the day ice skating, something I've been wanting to do together for a long time. We both looked like a deer on ice, with our legs slipping out from underneath of us, and landing either on our side or back. After enduring as much falling as we could both handle, we made our way over to the fire put that was hidden by huge snow banks.
"I'll go get us some hot chocolate.", David says.
"Ok, hurry, I'm freezing!" I replied while sitting on the bench.
He comes back, a cup of hot chocolate in each hand. He hands me both, I look at him confused, and then notice he's reaching for something in his pocket. I look away thinking he was just reaching for chapstick. When I turn back around, David is down on one knee, a ring box opened, and his other hand extended to hold mine.
****
At last, I was squeezed into my princess dress. My maid of honor, Denise, helps me put on my shoes, while Mindy, a brides maid hands out the flower bouqets for each of the girls. Each of us take a few minutes to use the mirror to put on make up and re-curl any curl that may have fallen out. Finally, we're in our dresses, hair is curled, make-up on, and flowers in hand, now it was time to walk the back way to the front of the church, being extra careful to not be seen. The girls line up in the doorway, I'm off to the side, hiding so I'm not seen by anyone. I peek out, the church pews are full of our friends and family, now I'm nervous.
Ashley walks down the aisle.
Next, Mindy.
After Mindy, Alyssa.
Now, Abby.
Finally, my maid of honor, Denise.
I feel like I've been holding my breath the entire time. I'm next.
****
The date was set for August 22, 2009, a little over six months away. Mom and I spent days together planning, choosing colors, linens, the menu, and driving around to reception halls until we found the perfect one. After the first few weeks of planning I stopped asking David for his opinion on the girls dresses, the mens tuxedo's, and if he preferred one color or flower over the next, he always said, "I don't care. It's up to you. I want the wedding to be exactly the way you want." Which was sweet the first two times he said it, then it got annoying and made me feel as if he really didn't care. Mom and I decided on red and gold for colors, roses for the bouqets, ham and turkey for the meal, and a beautiful, exposed beam reception hall. The only thing David had to do was get fitted for a tux, pick out my wedding band and show up to the wedding.
****
I take a deep breath, loop arms with my dad, and begin to walk down the aisle. Our guest stand, people smiling at me, some wiping away tears, and pictures are being snapped, leaving a little bright light in my vision every time I blinked. Millions of thoughts race through my head.
"Don't fall"
"I wonder if Dad is crying"
"There's Grammy Wing"
"David looks like he might cry"
The aisle seemed like two miles long with everyone starring at me. We finally reach the alter, David and I lock eyes.
Then the ceremony begins.
"Who gives away this bride to marry this man?"
"Her mother and I" My dad manages to get out before tears began to fall.
****
February 7th, 2009, our one year anniversary. He surprised me with a trip to Sugarlaof to spend the day ice skating, something I've been wanting to do together for a long time. We both looked like a deer on ice, with our legs slipping out from underneath of us, and landing either on our side or back. After enduring as much falling as we could both handle, we made our way over to the fire put that was hidden by huge snow banks.
"I'll go get us some hot chocolate.", David says.
"Ok, hurry, I'm freezing!" I replied while sitting on the bench.
He comes back, a cup of hot chocolate in each hand. He hands me both, I look at him confused, and then notice he's reaching for something in his pocket. I look away thinking he was just reaching for chapstick. When I turn back around, David is down on one knee, a ring box opened, and his other hand extended to hold mine.
****
At last, I was squeezed into my princess dress. My maid of honor, Denise, helps me put on my shoes, while Mindy, a brides maid hands out the flower bouqets for each of the girls. Each of us take a few minutes to use the mirror to put on make up and re-curl any curl that may have fallen out. Finally, we're in our dresses, hair is curled, make-up on, and flowers in hand, now it was time to walk the back way to the front of the church, being extra careful to not be seen. The girls line up in the doorway, I'm off to the side, hiding so I'm not seen by anyone. I peek out, the church pews are full of our friends and family, now I'm nervous.
Ashley walks down the aisle.
Next, Mindy.
After Mindy, Alyssa.
Now, Abby.
Finally, my maid of honor, Denise.
I feel like I've been holding my breath the entire time. I'm next.
****
The date was set for August 22, 2009, a little over six months away. Mom and I spent days together planning, choosing colors, linens, the menu, and driving around to reception halls until we found the perfect one. After the first few weeks of planning I stopped asking David for his opinion on the girls dresses, the mens tuxedo's, and if he preferred one color or flower over the next, he always said, "I don't care. It's up to you. I want the wedding to be exactly the way you want." Which was sweet the first two times he said it, then it got annoying and made me feel as if he really didn't care. Mom and I decided on red and gold for colors, roses for the bouqets, ham and turkey for the meal, and a beautiful, exposed beam reception hall. The only thing David had to do was get fitted for a tux, pick out my wedding band and show up to the wedding.
****
I take a deep breath, loop arms with my dad, and begin to walk down the aisle. Our guest stand, people smiling at me, some wiping away tears, and pictures are being snapped, leaving a little bright light in my vision every time I blinked. Millions of thoughts race through my head.
"Don't fall"
"I wonder if Dad is crying"
"There's Grammy Wing"
"David looks like he might cry"
The aisle seemed like two miles long with everyone starring at me. We finally reach the alter, David and I lock eyes.
Then the ceremony begins.
"Who gives away this bride to marry this man?"
"Her mother and I" My dad manages to get out before tears began to fall.
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