Happy, Happy Mother's Day!

Mama Kisses...

Kisses Sweetly Stolen...

Feet Kissed With Spring Soil...

Mama's Gentle Helping Hands...

And Happy Mothering Day to ALL!!!

What's Your Supercross?

By that I mean, what's that special thing you do with that special someone that is meaningful AND fun?

My story begins about nine years ago when I was brought home to live with my parents from York, Nebraska where I had been attending York College. The last couple of years I was there, I had begun a gradual downhill slope of depression that resulted in a pretty good sized "break-down". My sweet Mama came and picked me up and my DEAR friends in Nebraska stuck all my belongings in a storage unit. (Obviously I'm giving you the quick version since my point is not about the depression but the healing from it.) When I got home I had a renewed sense of purpose and discovered how close God had been through everything. I made up my mind to take control of my self-esteem instead of giving it up to the definition the world had assigned me! Part of that control was the decision to take on a project. Projects are the most wonderful healers because when you use your hands to mend and build, your eyes see the process and your heart feels the pride of accomplishment! What better way to be reminded of our lives in the Maker's own hands?


If you know my father you know he rode in Motocross races when he was younger and at the time was still trail riding pretty often. I also have an uncle that raced with my dad who is a master mechanic. Uncle Joe has a motorcycle graveyard in his possession from years of collecting anything he can get his hands on to use for parts. So, with plenty of abandoned motorcycle skeletons and parts at our disposal we went to work on rebuilding a 1970 Hodaka during the winter of 2001. It just so happened that very spring was the first time the Supercross came to Salt Lake City. Seeing my excitement about our project my dad asked me to go with him. Uncle Joe and my cousin Philana came down from Rupert and it turned into a father/daughter tradition. The Supercross didn't make it back to Utah again until last year, but we were there and went again this year for the third time.


I can't begin to tell you what this tradition means to me! This year when my dad asked if I would be escorting him, I replied that I didn't really need to go. After all, I wasn't nearly as fascinated with the details of the race as he and my uncle were. They like to spend the entire day roaming the pits, watching practices, and getting autographs. Do you know what my sweet daddy said to me? You guessed it! He told me he wanted me to come because he enjoyed sharing the experience with me.


So, THANKS Dad!!! I know it's sometimes hard for fathers to communicate love to their daughters, and this is definitely one of the many ways you have spoken it to me!


There you have it folks! Enjoy the pictures, some from the first Supercross (bet you can't guess which ones, yikes!) and others from the last two years.