Once upon a time after the North Salt Lake home of 20 years, but before the little "empty nest home" in Centerville, there was a tall, gray house on Eastpointe Circle with way too many steps. There were steps to get into the front door . . . steps to go upstairs . . . steps to go downstairs . . . and more steps to go out the back door.
But in-between all those steps was the favorite part of the house--
a grand open space. There was a spacious kitchen where many cookies, brownies, casseroles and even a few turkeys were baked. There was the dining room table where many Christmas breakfast casseroles were served, several Halloween pumpkins were carved, and even a few scrapbook pages were created. And there was the big family room where many episodes of "Gilmore girls" were watched, quite a few computer games of Solitaire were played, and lots of family gatherings were held.
And in that house there was a middle-aged father who was perhaps going through a mid-life crisis. Just shortly after buying this brand new house, he bought a brand new car--a red Isuzu Rodeo. Then he gave up a 26-year career in banking to try a new job as a project manager in the Church Office Building. This was the house he lived in when he served as a Young Men's President and asked the boys to call him "Captain" . . . and when he graduated from BYU School of Management with an MPA.
Also in that house there was a middle-aged mother who was not having a mid-life crisis. She was having fun learning how to be a grandmother for the very first time in between raising teenagers and planning three more weddings.
This was the house where a daughter by the name of Hayley learned to play the French Horn when she was in Jr. High. This was the house where a son by the name of Tom almost went on a mission to Cleveland, Ohio. This was the house where a daughter by the name of Betsy got her very first kindergarten teaching job.
This was the house they all lived in when the 2002 Winter Olympics were held in Salt Lake City. This was the house they lived in when they celebrated the family's 200th birthday on July 3, 2003. (The father was 51, the mother was 48, Emily was 25, Shelly was 24, Betsy was 20, Tom was 18 and Hayley was 14). This was the house they lived in when the crazy father and son decided to destroy an old computer and TV set by throwing them off the very tall roof onto the driveway below (and almost onto Shelly's new car). And this was the house where the middle-aged father and mother celebrated their 333rd month anniversary on February 13, 2004. And they all lived happily ever after . . . just not in the very tall gray house on Eastpointe Circle.
Happy Wednesday!
Love, the middle-aged wife
(also known as Grandma)
But in-between all those steps was the favorite part of the house--
a grand open space. There was a spacious kitchen where many cookies, brownies, casseroles and even a few turkeys were baked. There was the dining room table where many Christmas breakfast casseroles were served, several Halloween pumpkins were carved, and even a few scrapbook pages were created. And there was the big family room where many episodes of "Gilmore girls" were watched, quite a few computer games of Solitaire were played, and lots of family gatherings were held.
And in that house there was a middle-aged father who was perhaps going through a mid-life crisis. Just shortly after buying this brand new house, he bought a brand new car--a red Isuzu Rodeo. Then he gave up a 26-year career in banking to try a new job as a project manager in the Church Office Building. This was the house he lived in when he served as a Young Men's President and asked the boys to call him "Captain" . . . and when he graduated from BYU School of Management with an MPA.
Also in that house there was a middle-aged mother who was not having a mid-life crisis. She was having fun learning how to be a grandmother for the very first time in between raising teenagers and planning three more weddings.
This was the house where a daughter by the name of Hayley learned to play the French Horn when she was in Jr. High. This was the house where a son by the name of Tom almost went on a mission to Cleveland, Ohio. This was the house where a daughter by the name of Betsy got her very first kindergarten teaching job.
This was the house they all lived in when the 2002 Winter Olympics were held in Salt Lake City. This was the house they lived in when they celebrated the family's 200th birthday on July 3, 2003. (The father was 51, the mother was 48, Emily was 25, Shelly was 24, Betsy was 20, Tom was 18 and Hayley was 14). This was the house they lived in when the crazy father and son decided to destroy an old computer and TV set by throwing them off the very tall roof onto the driveway below (and almost onto Shelly's new car). And this was the house where the middle-aged father and mother celebrated their 333rd month anniversary on February 13, 2004. And they all lived happily ever after . . . just not in the very tall gray house on Eastpointe Circle.
Happy Wednesday!
Love, the middle-aged wife
(also known as Grandma)
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