The Golden Child

Dear Family,

It has been brought to my attention that some of you have come to know me as the "golden child". I think this is because I am the youngest of six children and therefore have five older siblings who love me and have helped raise me throughout my adolescent years. It baffles me though, because the term "golden child" is used with a negative connotation which isn't deserving of the relationship i have built with each of you.

I have been thinking long and hard this past week and have come to the conclusion that I am not "the "golden child" for multiple reasons.

Firstly: I googled the definition of "golden child" and discovered that the golden child is African American. (See picture below) I am very much Caucasian and therefore can not be the golden child.



Secondly: When I think of a golden child I think of a person who is privileged by his or her parents and has the opportunity of doing whatever his or her heart desires. If this is the definition of a golden child, then the golden child in my family must be either Steve or Mike.

Steve was able to stay at home throughout college. He had his own room and a hot meal always waiting for him whenever he got hungry. Now that he has matured, he is out seeing the world and living the dream. He may be the golden child.

Mike is the third eldest in our family. Not only was he able to experience the love that my parents had for him, but he was also able to experience the love that Ivon and Laura had for him. He was the baby of the family at a time when the family was small enough for mom and dad to still give him all of the love and devotion that he needed topped with the playfulness of Laura and Ivon. He may be the golden child.

I'm not saying the golden child is Steve and I'm not saying the golden child is Mike. Once this thing blows over and the real golden child is revealed. I want my family to know that I'm going to be sensitive enough not to discriminate against Steve or Mike because of their privileged status. I love them and I will always love them. I hope my family will follow after me and do the same.

Merry Christmas :-)

Happy Anniversary Erica ! :-)

One year has come and gone away.
To you, there are many things I want to say.
I'll start by saying that I love you.
The words wont stop though, I don't know what to do.

I often ask myself, was it love at first sight?
Or did it occur with your face covered with cake that night?
Maybe it was while we walked the beach in Seattle.
Or seeing you shoot a gun, knowing you'd keep me safe in a battle ;-)

During the winter months on the freezing slopes I wonder what I felt?
During pond skimming it came back. All I knew is that it was real and made me melt.
The beauty of yellow stone national park, or even Noah's completion of his arc,
Couldn't compare to the joy I felt with this journey that we've embarked.

Life is tough, Thanks for helping me throughout school.
You taught me where in Rexburg to get some bodily fuel.
You even supported me that cold night during my Longboard Race.
You supported me in Portland when we stuffed cookies in our face.

We've been through a lot together and we both like our milk non-fat.
Once we went to Oktoberfest and got some way cool tats.
At ice skating the kids got angry as we looked at the pirate shop.
We got our seat taken at a NBA game. We had to move to the top.

Not sure if you noticed, but the poem matched the pictures I posted of us
This year has been remarkable, who would of known I had this much good luck?
Who would of known I'd meet a girl as kind, caring, and beautiful as you?
You're that special light which guides me through my day and I love you.

Happy One Year Anniversary
I love you!

New Blog Title

I've been playing around with Gimp. It's an image editing software. The photo was originally taken and put together by Laura, my sister. All I did was add the title and I feel very accomplished.

I just want to know if you guys like it? Be critical because I can change it back real easy.

Thanks

I miss my brother Steve.

He lives in Alaska and is coming home to visit after I leave for Rexburg. I wont be able to see him and I miss him so I wrote him a poem... I titled it Steve :-)


Steve

Steve is my brother, kind, dear and smart.
Living his life in Alaska still fulfilling his big brother part.
Though in winter months, Alaska is black.
He still puts on a smile and starts up his mac.
He works on computers, clicking the mouse all day long
Through years of working out, his pointer finger is pretty dang strong.
I feel that I know him better than anyone else.
I feel that as we grow older, our hearts have begun to meld.
He tells me things Laura doesn't even know.
Having him live so far away really blows.
We grew up together and not always got along
But now that we're older our relationship has become strong.
Three years is what separates his age from mine.
But him being older isn't what makes him shine.
I'm running out of rhymes so my poem ends here.
But the next time I see Steve will be sometime next year :-(