I guess today is one of those days, that I need to remember someone who is very dear to my heart.. My daughter’s Father.. Glenn… We were both so young, and didn’t let the world stop us at all. WE were inlove and thought we had the world in our hands. I felt so safe with him.. He was a tall and strong man, and I never could get enough of making him turn red.. Glenn was always so quiet, and yet he had a heart of gold. He never allowed me to be that wimpy wife.. When we had to carry water to our tiny little home in Arcadia, he made me do it!.. Now I’m not saying I loved it.. In fact it was the opposite.. I was mad at him for making me do it. I thought how dare you make little `ole me doing something like that. And then before I knew it, I was learning how to grow a garden, hunt, get firewood, fishing, camping, hill climbing, and butcher meat.. yuck!!! Glenn loved , or should I say he had a addiction to NEW TRUCKS… I think within the time we were married we owned a beautiful two tone deep green truck, short wheel base.. It was beautiful.. And then we had a brown, new short wheel base, and then a black, brand new short wheel base, and then a brand new Black Trans Am… I was shocked when he bought that one… I never thought I would see the day he gave up a truck, for a sports car… But that didn’t last long..  We had two beautiful daughter’s together, and they were, and have always been the apple in his eye.. If anyone could melt his heart they did.. I’ll never forget when he bought them their first pair of cowboy boots.. Now I knew that Cheryl would just love them, but Michelle.. She sat down and put them, on and you would have thought she was wearing the ruby red slipper’s.. If my dad bought these for me, well then ”I will love them…  Our marriage was short lived, and I know that Glenn will always be a part of me.. Apart or together.. He never once missed a month on his child support, in fact, if they ever needed anything else, he made sure they had it. Not many women can say this.. I can.. He love’s his guns, and he loves to hunt.. If you could set him in the middle of some quake tree’s and a camp fire burning, he would be in heaven..  There’s so much I’d love to share, but tomorrows another day.. I am so grateful that he is still here with us today, and hoping for many more wonderful years ahead…

I am looking forward to spending this up coming holiday season with him, and his family and my daughter’s.. It will be a time for loving him, and creating memories for him, his family and my daughter’s.. I am so excited for this Thanksgiving Season to arrive…  “ Daddy  don’t Let Your Babies grow up to be Cowboys…. Michelle and Cheryl I love you tonz.. And grateful for your strength through all of this.. I hope you can remember this cute little song.. It use to be your favorite.. xo Love Mom…