Actually, first of all, Happy Father’s Day!!
On Mother’s Day, I REALLY wanted to do a post about our Mothers. It didn’t happen. For Father’s Day, I determined to do a post about our Fathers… but I couldn’t say much about our Dad’s without saying something about our Mom’s. So… THIS is a Happy Parent’s Day post. I hope the ‘Dad’s’ in our lives don’t feel jipped for having to share a holiday with their wives, even if that holiday is a fictional one invented for this post only. TO ALL OF OUR PARENTS & GRANDPARENTS: Thank you. We owe you everything and will love you always.
Starting with my Dad. Everyone ‘back East’ probably knows him as President Morales. Even on my wedding day, at the reception, Nate asked him: ‘So, can I call you Dad now?’ He replied: ‘Uh. No. Why don’t you just stick to President?’ Sigh. He’s come a long way since then.
As a child, I remember that he loved to work on his Bonsai and used to have an extensive collection. He LOVED to dance back in the day, but now uses his ‘knees’ or his ‘back’ as excuses to get him off the dance floor. He has a special relationship with his granddaughter ‘Brooka.’ She adores him. He LOVES long hair, as is the tradition in the Hispanic culture. When I was about 7, being the tomboy that I was, I decided to cut my own hair into a short Bob. Since then, he’s called me ‘Bobbie.’ My father taught me how to be responsible. He taught me about punctuality and hard work. He taught me about ‘tough love.’
These are some words from the song that we danced to at my wedding:
“I knew you’d be along, my faith in you was strong, you led me home. And with each changing season I would grow a little stronger, rising up to touch the open sky, and if I gave you a reason not to hold me any longer, you gave me a thousand reasons why. You are my steady oak, standing tall and strong, protecting me with everything you have. And I know deep inside, I would not have survived without you by my side.
Oh and I…. I love you Dad.”
My mom is a saint. I owe her my testimony and love of the gospel. She is a hard worker… a do it yourself woman. She is a nurturer. She serves selflessly and compassion comes to her naturally. She’s a witch doctor of sorts and doesn’t usually trust the diagnosis of pediatricians. She sets her mind to find herbal remedies and natural medicines herself. She’s a party girl and loves to laugh and dance. Often times, she’s fearless. Once, on a visit to Utah when she came to see me out at college, I arranged to take her horse back riding. Walking along the trail, suddenly, she breezes by me and is galloping up the mountain side, urging that poor horse faster and faster. Probably one of my fondest ‘childhood’ memories I have of her, is whenever I would get hurt, she would always say: ‘If I could take the pain for you, I would.’ That’s my Mom.
Dad happens to be one of the sweetest men I know. He adores his grandchildren, and in turn receives their adoration. He’s said before: ‘It’s probably a good thing I didn’t have any daughters, because I would have spoiled them shamelessly.’ Having five sons, he is always up to anything his sons put him up to. They aren’t usually very kind. But Dad is always happy and excited and smiling and optimistic. He is TRULY his children’s biggest fan. He works in Law, but I think if he had a choice, he would be a florist full time. He LOVES botany.
He is determined to be healthy and is currently very dedicated to a ‘Raw’ diet. Not to betray his age, but when he was 52 years old, he RAN the St. George Marathon. During that event, Dad had a little goal for himself that I think describes him as a whole. He promised himself that he would not ‘walk’ one step of the marathon. And he didn’t.
TO BOTH OUR FATHERS: Thank you for treating our mothers so well.
It takes a special kind of woman to raise 5 boys. She is strong and knows how to drive a crowd. She was raised on a farm and knows how to work. She is a photographer which is where Nate gets it, but she got it from her Dad. She loves to read and she loves dark chocolate. I can always count on her for the best hugs in the world. Probably my favorite thing about her is that she believes in you. The song she danced to with Nate at our wedding was: ‘I Hope You Dance.’ She has taught her boys to reach their goals in life…. she has taught them that they can do anything.
LaMon & Anna Jean Perkes- Nate’s Paternal Grandparents
Don Bernardo Morales- Abuelo- My Paternal Grandfather
Melroy & Lois Ballard- Nate’s Maternal Grandparents
Doña Olga Morales- Abuela- My Paternal GrandmotherPatricia Storti- My Maternal Grandmother
My ‘Grampy Ron’ Storti passed away in October 1996, 13 years ago. In memory of him, I wrote this to my family in an email:
“Yanni always makes me think of him. That and fresh garden tomatoes…. anchovies on pizza… homemade cheese raviolis… fried frog legs…. the time Bandit caught on fire when Mom and he were trying to ‘blow torch’ the ticks out of his ears…. I think of the time he had to chase the skunk down the street so it wouldn’t ruin Mom’s serenade the night before her wedding. I remember Mom trimming his ear hair… and the rhyme he always used to say: ‘Beans, beans, they’re good for your heart… etc.’
I remember once he told me to put gum behind my ear to save it till after dinner. I told him that was gross and he said it was only gross if I forgot to clean behind my ears that morning.”
This picture above was taken at his baptism. My Grammy Pat waited a LONG time for him to join the church. He is on the top right and I am on the bottom right!
One last thing!
As you can see from the pictures above, not only does Nate LOVE children but he has a knack for caring for and entertaining them. He is going to make the best father and that is one of the reasons I married him.
Thank you for fostering that ‘inner child’ that is in you and for ‘keeping me young.’ I can’t wait for you to someday be a Dad. You will be a wonder to watch. I can’t wait for you to teach our girls how to throw a ball and be tough like boys. And I can’t wait for you to teach our boys to be kind, gentle and respectful with the ladies, just like you are with me. Happy Fathers Day, my darling.
Love always, The Mother of Your Children