Well, like I've said before, I suck at this blog challenge. Good thing I'm not even trying to do this on a daily basis. I would have failed a million times by now. Oh well. It keeps you on your toes right?
Day 4-Your parents
Here are my beautiful parents. Fran and Sue. I love them to pieces and couldn't have asked for anyone better to raise me. They are unique. There is a 23 year age gap between the two of them which has always been surprise to everyone I meet. Whenever I tell someone how old my dad is they say, "he is how old???". I don't mind. He retired before I was born so he was always around when I was growing up. Dad was always in the picture and would come home for lunch everyday. No absent father here. He worked hard on our little hobby farm. He was always out cutting wood, fixing fences, helping neighbours, haying, etc. A work-a-holic you would call him. My friends were always amazed and how strong and fit he was for such an "old man". I have always been proud of my dad. In 2006, at the age of 77, he was diagnosed with Parkinson's Syndrome. Since then his health has steadily declined. He seems old now. He has trouble walking, he shakes, he loses his balance constantly, he needs help with basically everything, and he's starting to forget. But he will always be my hero. In my mind, he will always be strong, always be funny, and always be my daddy.
My mom. My mom is also my hero. I love how over the years my relationship has changed with her. When I was little, she was just the amazing mom who knew everything. She could do no wrong in my mind. When I was a teenager, she was still sort of cool but mostly just annoying. I realized then that she was actually human and made mistakes and wasn't always perfect. And then, once I got a little older, especially after moving out and getting married, I realized how strong of a woman she really is. She raised five amazing children. She lived on a farm and lived from the land. We always had a huge garden, chickens, cows, full freezers, jars of homemade preserves and pickles, tons of company, and a house full of laughter. The doors were always open at our house and we were always entertaining. Mom knows how to run an efficient household. I want to be just like her when I grow up.
My parents are great. They make mistakes and they fail sometimes but so does everyone. They have raised me well and I feel proud to call them my parents. I love them so much and feel so blessed to be able to call them mom and dad.