A Moment of Silence...

I would like to call a moment of silence for Grommit Beta who passed away June 30^th at approximately 5:00 p.m. We mourn for him. His beautiful red color brightened the room. He was kind to everyone. He was gentle and loving. He loved to play in the rocks. He loved to hide behind his pink tree. He loved to starve himself.  This was most likely the cause of his death. My heart aches as I think of him and the wonderful, fulfilling life he led. One can only hope to have the kind of life that dear Grommit had. Wallace Beta is heartbroken that his best friend now is dead. As I write this, tears are streaming down my face. Grommit: I know you are listening. Thank you for being such a wonderful fish the past six days. No one could have asked for better. You will be missed.

This past week has been quite good. I went back to work and was pleased to find that baby Gavin still remembered me. He is now such a big boy! He is now starting to crawl, except he still can’t figure out how to crawl forwards. He can only scoot backwards and he backs himself into corners and gets stuck. It’s pretty funny. He also figured out that if he doesn’t like the food I am giving him he just has to spray it all over me and I will stop feeding him. I have many orange and green stained shirts from his food. Mmmmmm. Yummy.

This past week, my family went camping without me. I was home alone. I watched Criminal Minds. Big mistake. I had to sleep with a butcher knife. Don’t worry though. That serial rapist that broke into my room? I got him.

And last before I close, I would like to talk about someone very special to me. It was her birthday yesterday but I did not get to write about her in my blog because my internet was down. So here I go: Quinci Whatcott. My husband. As a new freshman in college, she was thee best roommate anyone could ask for.  I will never forget throwing bubble gum at her our first night. Singing A Whole New World. Practicing our princess walks. Heart shaped waffles with peanut butter. Talking about marriage. Talking about marriage. Oh, and did I say talking about marriage? Criminal Minds. Glee. Eating Top Ramen. Eating picnics in our living room. Taking care of our two children. Watching Jurassic Park. Hulu videos. Sending our children off to sketchy college dances. Baseball games. Playing MASH. Stalking attractive men at devotionals. Facebook stalking. Stealing cookie bars from Kiah. The late night one-way talks. Talking in our sleep to each other. She always put up with my crazy Disneyland-ness. Hanging laundry all over our room. Going out to dinner and watching her stuff herself. Staying up for me when I was on a date and then eagerly waiting to hear all the horrors about it. Stadium singing. The list goes on and on… She became one of my best friends and still is. She always listens to what I have to say… even if it’s two in the morning. She can make me laugh, and she puts up with me and all my craziness. She is smart and kind. She thinks of others before she thinks of herself. She is an incredibly wonderful person. And I am so blessed to have been her first husband and to be her friend. So Quinci? I love you. And happy birthday.