Upcoming Birthdays to remember:
June 18th--Pappau and Lindsay (already passed, so if you forgot then you are no longer a part of the family. )
June 23rd--Deanne's Birthday (if she survives the 10 week hike!)
June26th--Bryan's Birthday!
July 10th--Cindel Liebenhaut's 22nd Birthday
July 14th--Uncle Mike Jones Birthday
July 19th--Brett Jones will be 29!
August 2nd--Matt Liebenhaut
August 3rd--Alexis Patrick will be 4!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Jones-Liebenhaut!!
What can be said about the Jones-Liebenhaut wedding? A lot. :)
Cindel and Matt were married in the Orlando Temple on May 31st, 2008. Matt's whole family came in from areas all over the South to meet the Jones's and to take part in the celebration of the new couple. The Jones's flew in from areas as far as Utah and New Mexico. Some even came all the way from California to join in the fun (They were, quite obviously, the most dedicated of the Jones family). The weekend in Orlando can only be described as one of fun, family, and lack of sleep.
Chase and Lindsay Jones anxious to get to the wedding
Chase and Brandon Modeling the Umbrellas
Mammau and Pappau Hubbs with Lindsay
The Liebenhaut Family!
Brandon, Grandma, Dad, and Nancy
The newly weds and the Best Man!
The reception started at 5:00 pm and was set to last until 10:00 pm that night. The decorations were simple and elegant. The cake was absolutely beautiful! (thanks to her beautiful sister Lindsay and brilliant brother Chase). The wedding party was introduced and then the Liebenhauts were introduced for the first time! There were a variety of activities and traditions that took place: the exchanging of rings, the Jewish tradition of the breaking of the glass (it represents that the marriage will last as long as the glass is broken, which is forever), the first dance (it was choreographed beautifully to Michael Buble's "Everything"), speeches from the Maid of Honor and the Best Man, cutting of the cake, and, my personal favorite, the Hora dance. It was this dance that got the party rocking. The dancing didn't stop for anything afterwards! Young and old, male and female, all walks of life were found on the dance floor. The celebration of Matt and Cindel lasted until after 10 when the couple left in a flurry of bubbles (literally). Shouts could be heard all throughout Orlando, "Jones-Liebenahaut! Jones-Liebenhaut!!" It was a night of fun, new friends, the joining of two families, and celebrating a new life together.
Cindel Liebenhaut and Lindsay Jones
The Jones family--Brett, Tavin, and Melissa
The most beautiful cake ever decorated by Chase and Lindsay. and the only one.
Jones-Liebenhaut! Good times had by all.
Cindel and Matt were married in the Orlando Temple on May 31st, 2008. Matt's whole family came in from areas all over the South to meet the Jones's and to take part in the celebration of the new couple. The Jones's flew in from areas as far as Utah and New Mexico. Some even came all the way from California to join in the fun (They were, quite obviously, the most dedicated of the Jones family). The weekend in Orlando can only be described as one of fun, family, and lack of sleep.
Cindel and Matt arrived in Orlando on a sultry Thursday afternoon. Their trip was a bit uncomfortable as the car was packed full of wedding goodies, decorations, luggage, and Cindel's dress. But nothing would wipe the smile off of Cindel or Matt's face all weekend long. There was no person they couldn't endure, no setback they couldn't fix, and no cramped ride they couldn't enjoy.
Friday was filled with family and friends coming into town. The two family heads met that night: Mr. Jones and Mr. Liebenhaut. And.....it turned out just fine :). The Liebenhauts are a most gracious and affectionate bunch. Mom and Dad Liebenhaut were great to visit with and Natalie was just as sweet as she could be. The food was great and the company was greater!
But enough with the formalities...let's get to the good stuff!
Saturday morning came quickly. It was a beautiful, sunny day in Orlando. Everyone arrived on time, and the bride and groom were cool and calm. The sealing was beautiful. Matt and Cindel looked with confidence and love into each other's eyes the entire time. And then it was done. Cindel was now officially a Liebenhaut! Mr. and Mrs. Liebenhaut. Matt and Cindel Liebenhaut. As they exited the temple they were surrounded by congratulations and flashes from the cameras. The celebration began.
Friday was filled with family and friends coming into town. The two family heads met that night: Mr. Jones and Mr. Liebenhaut. And.....it turned out just fine :). The Liebenhauts are a most gracious and affectionate bunch. Mom and Dad Liebenhaut were great to visit with and Natalie was just as sweet as she could be. The food was great and the company was greater!
But enough with the formalities...let's get to the good stuff!
Saturday morning came quickly. It was a beautiful, sunny day in Orlando. Everyone arrived on time, and the bride and groom were cool and calm. The sealing was beautiful. Matt and Cindel looked with confidence and love into each other's eyes the entire time. And then it was done. Cindel was now officially a Liebenhaut! Mr. and Mrs. Liebenhaut. Matt and Cindel Liebenhaut. As they exited the temple they were surrounded by congratulations and flashes from the cameras. The celebration began.
Chase and Lindsay Jones anxious to get to the weddingChase and Brandon Modeling the Umbrellas Mammau and Pappau Hubbs with LindsayThe Liebenhaut Family! Brandon, Grandma, Dad, and Nancy The newly weds and the Best Man!The reception started at 5:00 pm and was set to last until 10:00 pm that night. The decorations were simple and elegant. The cake was absolutely beautiful! (thanks to her beautiful sister Lindsay and brilliant brother Chase). The wedding party was introduced and then the Liebenhauts were introduced for the first time! There were a variety of activities and traditions that took place: the exchanging of rings, the Jewish tradition of the breaking of the glass (it represents that the marriage will last as long as the glass is broken, which is forever), the first dance (it was choreographed beautifully to Michael Buble's "Everything"), speeches from the Maid of Honor and the Best Man, cutting of the cake, and, my personal favorite, the Hora dance. It was this dance that got the party rocking. The dancing didn't stop for anything afterwards! Young and old, male and female, all walks of life were found on the dance floor. The celebration of Matt and Cindel lasted until after 10 when the couple left in a flurry of bubbles (literally). Shouts could be heard all throughout Orlando, "Jones-Liebenahaut! Jones-Liebenhaut!!" It was a night of fun, new friends, the joining of two families, and celebrating a new life together.
Cindel Liebenhaut and Lindsay JonesThe Jones family--Brett, Tavin, and Melissa The most beautiful cake ever decorated by Chase and Lindsay. and the only one.Mom, Tavin, and Melissa
Jones-Liebenhaut! Good times had by all.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Brinley Jean
Brinley Jean Patrick has finally joined us!! She was born Thursday May 22 at 8pm and weighed only 7 lbs 11 oz. The delivery went quickly and Rhiannon has been able to recover quickly.
Brinley is a little bit of a momma's girl right now and prefers to only be held by Rhiannon. Aunt Lindsay even tried to change this, but to no avail. Brinley has a good set of lungs. :) She is tiny and cuddly. Her sisters do a great job of helping out and entertaining Brinley.
She's a beautiful little girl and we're excited to meet her! Congratulations to the Patrick family :).
Sunday, February 17, 2008
A Tribute to the late Darryl Quentin Strawberry
I've been thinking recently about why I still hold onto my little red car that has not been working since early December and came to this conclusion: I have not written a proper eulogy to express my love to Darryl. I have not let him go in my heart and, therefore, have not let him go physically. So, Darryl, I now write a tribute to our glorious six years together.
Darryl came into my life on a sultry August day in the year of 2001. I spent my summer covered in paint, driving an old Ford pickup with Aunt Tina at my side. It was the first summer of my college years. I was young and ambitious, ready to grab life by the horns. My grandparents informed me of their desire to help me obtain a car for college and for visits to and from New Mexico. The search commenced. I had dreams of flowing through the streets of Provo, the wind in my hair and a gleam in my eye. Oh the dates I would get! Oh the times I would have! It all seemed so perfect. I remember nights of searching the classifieds of Farmington's daily newspaper. Would I find the car to fit my college fantasy? Would it be all I could ever want and more? So many questions boggled my mind and interrupted my sleep as I searched for that perfect car to call my own.
On a day of particular importance I picked up the classifieds again. With lowered confidence in used car marketplace I scanned through the sections again. Audi-no; Chevrolet-no; BMW-wishful thinking; Honda-hopeful, but no; and then caught my eye....Nissan. "Nissan Sentra 1993 $3000 OBO." It was a simple ad with little to no description. I eagerly showed my father the add and expressed my desire to call the number to check it out. We called and set up a time to see the little Nissan. Everything fell into place. We met, we drove, we fell in love. Darryl and I were united not even a week later. When it's right there is no reason to stall. You just know.
Years have gone by. Darryl and I made it through months of living in the warm sunshine of California. We worked for American Express and a variety of Italian eateries. We dated and we dumped boyfriends. We have loved and we have lost. We have nieces and nephews. We lived through the sorrow of 9/11 and the joy of going through the temple for the first time. We learned how to snowboard and surf. We shopped for groceries and clothes. We studied Roman History and Shakespeare. We laughed together. We cried for the loss of love and for the continuous change of a single life. But most of all, we lived. We took in the good along with the bad and learned to see beauty in every season of life. We struggled and failed. We tried and succeeded. We lived.
So, yes, it is hard for me to let little Darryl go. He has been with me through the most transitional phase of my life. Friends came and went, but Darryl stayed the course. Many memories were carved in the wheels of that car. Many miles of my life rest in his seats. He ran on blessings and for longer than was necessary. Darryl knew I needed him so along he ran until he could no longer go.
He died peacefully as Shelly and I drove home from a night of musical celebration during the Christmas season. Within a street from home he pulled over at the local Sandy Senior Center and putted to a stop. It seemed almost fitting that Darryl chose this spot as he was late in his senior years. As hard as it was for me to accept that it was over, I allowed him to rest and we called a friend to pick us up. It was done.
Darryl Strawberry, I pay my tribute to you. To your goodness and compassion. To your love and exuberance. To your loyalty and courage. Thank you for traveling so many years by my side and sharing in my joys and in my sorrows. I pay my last respects this day to your memory. My standards have been raised. No car may ever mean as much to me as you did. I will miss you but will always carry the memory of you in my heart. To Darryl, the best little red car I could have ever hoped for.
Darryl came into my life on a sultry August day in the year of 2001. I spent my summer covered in paint, driving an old Ford pickup with Aunt Tina at my side. It was the first summer of my college years. I was young and ambitious, ready to grab life by the horns. My grandparents informed me of their desire to help me obtain a car for college and for visits to and from New Mexico. The search commenced. I had dreams of flowing through the streets of Provo, the wind in my hair and a gleam in my eye. Oh the dates I would get! Oh the times I would have! It all seemed so perfect. I remember nights of searching the classifieds of Farmington's daily newspaper. Would I find the car to fit my college fantasy? Would it be all I could ever want and more? So many questions boggled my mind and interrupted my sleep as I searched for that perfect car to call my own.
On a day of particular importance I picked up the classifieds again. With lowered confidence in used car marketplace I scanned through the sections again. Audi-no; Chevrolet-no; BMW-wishful thinking; Honda-hopeful, but no; and then caught my eye....Nissan. "Nissan Sentra 1993 $3000 OBO." It was a simple ad with little to no description. I eagerly showed my father the add and expressed my desire to call the number to check it out. We called and set up a time to see the little Nissan. Everything fell into place. We met, we drove, we fell in love. Darryl and I were united not even a week later. When it's right there is no reason to stall. You just know.
Years have gone by. Darryl and I made it through months of living in the warm sunshine of California. We worked for American Express and a variety of Italian eateries. We dated and we dumped boyfriends. We have loved and we have lost. We have nieces and nephews. We lived through the sorrow of 9/11 and the joy of going through the temple for the first time. We learned how to snowboard and surf. We shopped for groceries and clothes. We studied Roman History and Shakespeare. We laughed together. We cried for the loss of love and for the continuous change of a single life. But most of all, we lived. We took in the good along with the bad and learned to see beauty in every season of life. We struggled and failed. We tried and succeeded. We lived.
So, yes, it is hard for me to let little Darryl go. He has been with me through the most transitional phase of my life. Friends came and went, but Darryl stayed the course. Many memories were carved in the wheels of that car. Many miles of my life rest in his seats. He ran on blessings and for longer than was necessary. Darryl knew I needed him so along he ran until he could no longer go.
He died peacefully as Shelly and I drove home from a night of musical celebration during the Christmas season. Within a street from home he pulled over at the local Sandy Senior Center and putted to a stop. It seemed almost fitting that Darryl chose this spot as he was late in his senior years. As hard as it was for me to accept that it was over, I allowed him to rest and we called a friend to pick us up. It was done.
Darryl Strawberry, I pay my tribute to you. To your goodness and compassion. To your love and exuberance. To your loyalty and courage. Thank you for traveling so many years by my side and sharing in my joys and in my sorrows. I pay my last respects this day to your memory. My standards have been raised. No car may ever mean as much to me as you did. I will miss you but will always carry the memory of you in my heart. To Darryl, the best little red car I could have ever hoped for.
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