Showing posts with label Happy Birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happy Birthday. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

My Birthday Girl(s)

One year ago today.
I don't think either of you have grown :)
We have two special birthdays coming up in the Sharpe household...wait a second, one is already here...HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANDI!!!! We also have a birthday coming up tomorrow, but this blog is focused on my one and only. No, not Jezzabel, this is all about my beautifully stunning and incredibly sexy smart wife, Mandi.

Last year for your 26th birthday, I made a list of 26 things that I love about you. I wanted to do another list, but I couldn't come up with 27, sorry ;)

This year I thought I'd keep it simply and just tell you that there isn't anything that I don't love about you. I really wish there was. It's kind of annoying that I can't find a single thing that I don't dig about you. Seriously. I've always been able to pick out at least one thing I don't like about someone, that is, until I met you.

Do you know how hard it is not to give in to your every wish? All I want to do is make you happy. If there was something that annoyed me about you, I could always at least get some time to myself away from that thing. The thing is, the longer that we've been married, the more I want to be around you. The days that I'm away from you are stupid and I don't like them. (Picture me with arms crossed and a big pouty face right there)

Anyway, I love you. I should probably save some of the mushy stuff for your card in case anyone is reading this while trying to eat breakfast.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MORE THAN I DID WHEN YOU WERE JUST 26!


Tuesday, February 26, 2013

There was never a doubt.

A few weeks ago, I celebrated my 33rd birthday. Like all other birthdays that I've had, I made much less of a stink about it then some of those around me.

I got many kind phone calls, texts, emails and Facebook comments that I appreciated and certainly lit up my day. It was also some of those comments that inspired this blog:

"Every birthday for us is a good one"
"Wow, 33!! Bet you never saw that coming!"
"Cherish all of your birthdays because none of them are guaranteed"

and on, and on and on....

Now, let me be clear. The people that left/said these obviously meant nothing negative nor do I think they were doing a bad thing. Many of us have been trained over the years to throw-out CF specific phrases at such a time (none of the above would have been said if I didn't have CF). I get it. And, I still very much appreciate them thinking of me on my "special day". It's just that if I'm being honest, those type of comments don't sit well with me, not because they're bad, but because they are so counter to the way I think and the way I was raised to think.

I never had a doubt that I would see 33. Neither did my mom. It was never talked about like some "pie in the sky" idea that I would grow old, graduate from college, have a career and raise a family. At least it was never talked about as a hopefully or if kind of a thing from my parents. It was always talked about in the context of when.

My mom made it clear. I would celebrate a lot of birthdays. Not because I was special. Not because she was so good at parenting. Not because my CF wasn't going to be tough. No, it was because CF was  tough and a tough disease requires a tougher reaction to it. She taught me that my reaction would be one of self-confidence through a belief in treatments, a life of exercise/activity and a faith in God.

She knew it wouldn't be easy. She knew I would make mistakes. She knew CF would never take a day off. However, the thing she said to me more than anything else was that she knew I would be okay.

That confidence came through nothing else but knowing she had done a great job in instilling the values that are still with me today: Personal responsibility, never quit attitude, embrace my failures to propel me to successes, do for others and family first.

And so I ask myself, what if my life hadn't turned out the way it has so far? Would I blame my mom for having such a will do or can do outlook? I certainly don't think so. I've also spoken to many others about this and they feel the same way. In fact, the peeps that I talk to who have an issue with their parents are the ones who had parents raise them in the opposite manner. The parents who held them back. The parents who insisted on raising a 25 year-old child because "they knew better". The parents who didn't make treatments and health a priority. The parents who told their kids about all of the things Cystic Fibrosis would stop them from doing.

I know I've talked about my mom a lot on this little old blog, but that's because she played such a pivotal role in who I am today. I think about life the way she raised me to think about life. My attitude towards CF is her attitude towards CF. She helped make me into the man that my wife fell in love with. She's given me some of the tools that I hope will assist me in being a great father. It's because of her that I've not only seen 33, but that I've lived the last 33 years and will live another 33 more.

I'm here because of the people who love me. Not in spite of Cystic Fibrosis.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Happy Birthday Andrew!!

One of my little brothers, Andrew, is turning 23 today!! I am so proud of him for so many reasons, but here are some that come to mind...

He's always feared God.
He's always been extremely loyal as a brother, son and friend.
He's always worked very hard in school since the day he started.
He always played the game he loved (basketball) with passion.
He's always willing to lend out a helping hand.
He's a great brother-in-law to Mandi.
He's putting in time with Mckenna every week to try to win the title of "favorite uncle" ;)
He graduated from U of A in 3 years.
He obtained his Master's degree in Family and Marriage Therapy by the age of 22.
He continues to do what's right over what's convenient.

Anyway, I love you and I'm proud of you Andrew.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

Friday, February 8, 2013

Bad Candle Strategy

This is how you DON'T blow out 33 candles!!


Monday, November 5, 2012

Mckenna's Birthday Pics!!

Although Mckenna's birthday was a couple of weeks ago, we waited to have the party until Eric and Nancy were in town to celebrate. The party was flawlessly put together and executed by my wife-extraordinaire. She is seriously amazing and somehow is just good at everything. We took a bunch of pics so I thought I'd throw a couple on RSBR so you guys can see how it went down. Enjoy!


Gift table

Picture wall 
Sugar Cookie Decorating Station  




Sharing a sugar cookie with mama

Sidewalk chalk

Posing for the camera

Signing "Happy Birthday"

Looking forward to some cake!!


All done!
Present time


The gift bag doubles as a purse!!


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Birthday Letters to Mckenna


My Little Peanut –

Happy first birthday! This year has been one you will never remember, but I will never forget.

Your daddy and I always knew we wanted kids. We both felt we were born to be parents. And what I have come to appreciate is that God hardwired us to be your parents. We wanted you so badly, and from the moment you were created, we’ve loved you. We loved you from the very first ultrasound, to the very first kick, to the very first cry, and now to your very first birthday.

This year has been full of firsts. I can remember our first night together as a family in the hospital. I sat up most of the night watching you sleep, worried by all your little noises and grunts. I was totally in awe of the beautiful little girl I was now responsible for. I will never forget the countless hours spent sleeping with you in your glider, wishing those long nights would pass quickly, but dreading the day that they did. I remember the first time you smiled at me, and your first belly laugh. I remember watching you learn new skills that come so easily to you now. I remember your first taste of new foods and your first touches of new textures. I have watched as you’ve taken in so many sights and sounds for the first time; a face full of wonder. These are all things I will never forget, that I will hold so close to my heart.

There are two things from this last year that will always stand out in my mind. One of those things is watching you and your daddy as you’ve grown together. Your dad is a funny, sarcastic, steady eddy. He has a big heart, but isn’t the first to show his emotions. But you, baby girl, have changed his world. He melts at the sound of your giggle. He softens at the nestle of your head into the crook of his neck. The countless snuggles on the couch, games on the floor and daddy dates are what I picture when I picture this last year with you two. Another aspect of the last year that jumps out at me is breastfeeding you (you’ll hate that visual when you’re older…sorry in advance). Mommy loves her alone time with you, just us girls, in your glider. Sometimes sleepy, sometimes silly, but always enjoyable. You aren’t the world’s biggest snuggler. You like to be on the move. But when it’s time to eat, you melt into my arms and it’s a time for us to reconnect. You act independent and explorative, but I think you’ve found comfort throughout the day knowing that you’d be back to me, “homebase,” from time to time. And while that chapter in our relationship is coming to an end, I hope you still come back to “homebase” throughout the day, as you explore that big world out there.

God has created you in such a beautiful and unique way. Your daddy and I have only begun to see the dynamic personality God has knit together in you, but we cannot wait to learn more. You are silly and goofy, always laughing and trying to make others laugh. My hope is that you use this in the future to find fun, humor and joy in all of life’s ups and downs. You are friendly and sociable, always waving and engaging the people around you. My hope is that you use this as you age to make good friends and be a ‘disciple to men’. You are brave, taking risky leaps of faith. This may get you into trouble from time to time in the future, but my hope is that this evolves into your ability to trust your God, and take leaps to follow Him. You are intelligent. My hope is that you use this intelligence to learn to things, master new skills, and use your brain to make a positive impact in this world.

There are two more things that you are, and those are loved and His. You are loved beyond what I can express in a letter. You have forever changed my understanding of love. You have helped me learn just how deep love can be and have given me a new understanding of God’s love for me – His child. You, too, are His child. And my prayer for you is that one day you understand that and believe that with all of your being. Mommy and Daddy are just your parents on this side of heaven. You are “ours” to care for, to love, to teach, and to guide. But you have a heavenly Father who you ultimately belong to that cares for you, loves you, teaches you, and guides you more than we ever can, better than we ever will. My prayer for the years to come is that as a family we grow together in our love for each other and our love for Him.

I love you so much, sweet baby girl. Thank you for making me a mommy and thank you for this last year of firsts. Happy first birthday!

Love,
Mommy
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My dear Mckenna Day,

Happy first birthday!!

One year ago today, I sat in awe holding my little 6 pound 2 ounce Peanut and figured it could not get any better. Little did I know then, that each day spent with you and mommy seems to be better than the day before. It’s been an unbelievable experience watching you grow from that little girl in my arms wrapped tightly in a pink and blue-striped blanket to a bigger, but still little, girl wrapped tightly in my arms any chance that I get.

This past year has been an interesting one. Since you’ve come along, the days seem to fly by and it’s becoming more apparent that friends aren’t lying who say “treasure the moments now because they grow up too fast”. You’ve done something for me however quite the opposite - you’ve slowed down my life. Because of you and because of mommy, I’m even more focused on what’s important and live each day to excel only in a few areas. Every day that I’m blessed enough to wake up and put to feet on the ground, my focus is to be the best possible version of myself. The only way that is ever possible is to do the following – serve our God, serve mommy, serve my family and serve my health. You, Mckenna, have made that so much easier to do and for that I am eternally grateful.

I don’t know what the future holds for you, but I do know this, it will be bright. Not because of what mommy and daddy will do for you, but because Jesus has already chosen you to be a part of His family. The only Person that could ever possibly love you more than daddy would be your Heavenly Father. He will be there every step of the way to support you, comfort you and provide a peace that passes all understanding. You don’t know this yet, but God has already laid out a plan for your life, and all that He asks is that you do the possible, so He can do the impossible.

I’m so excited to see what this next year has in store for you. I can’t wait to see how your little personality continues to develop. You are the happiest little girl and already have such a spunk to you. It can of course be challenging at times, but I also welcome your inquisitiveness and independent spirit. I’m sure I’m a bit biased here, but I happen to think you have the makings of a very special little girl.

I feel privileged to have the opportunity to watch you grow in the Lord and I pray that I can cultivate the talents that God has already instilled in you.

Thank you for being you.

Love you always,
Daddy 


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

26 Things I Love About Mandi

Wifey,

I can't believe my "little girl" is turning 26. It's like just yesterday you were 25.

In the spirit of your 26 years, here are 26 things that I love about you...

1. Your heart for God.
2. Your unwavering support.
3. Your mad mommy skillz.
4. Your athletic frame.
5. Your drive.
6. Your photoshop expertise.
7. Your freckles.
8. Your brain.
9. Your dedication to fitness.
10. Your oatmeal raisin cookies.
11. Your teeth.
12. Your sense of humor.
13. Your ability to humor me.
14. Your willingness to be stupid with me.
15. Your snuggles.
16. Your face.
17. Your attention to detail.
18. Your forgiveness.
19. Your tenderness.
20. Your pursuit of happiness.
21. Your giving spirit.
22. Your compassion for others.
23. Your laugh.
24. Your smile.
25. Your abs.
26. Your everything about you that isn't on this list that I know I'll think of once I post it.

Thank you again for being you and allowing me the privilege of not only being your husband, but your best friend.

Luckiest man on earth and beyond,
Ronnie

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!!!!!!!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Happy Birthday Grant!!!

Most people are celebrating America's independence today, but we'll be celebrating the big 2-0 with my little brother Grant. Speaking of "little", he's been very committed to the weight room lately and it really shows!

I'm so proud of you for working so hard on your fitness, in the classroom, and just at being awesome in life in general. Love you brother. Happy birthday!!




 Grant is on the left and Andrew is on the right :)

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Happy Happy Birthday...


AUNT VICKI!!!! Hope it's a great day!

We love you.


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Only 6 Years Left?

Yeah rizzzzight!!! I can't tell you guys how bonkers it drives me to hear that 37 number thrown around the community. You know the number I'm talking about right? 37 is the predicted median survival age for the CF community (here in America) according to the CFF. Since I'm turning 31 today, it got me thinking, should I just enjoy cash in my chips and enjoy the time I have left? I of course say that in jest as I would NEVER say that (and mean it), but to highlight an attitude that still is present in many of my close CF circles. We get fixated on a number that's thrown out there and then think we somehow have to live down to it or in some cases, spend our whole lives trying to attain it. Can I just say this, screw that number and screw statistics in general. I've never bought into the hype before and I certainly don't plan on buying into the hype now.

I was fortunate to develop this attitude at a very young age. I don't know why, but even as a youngster, I was able to see the forest through the trees. See, when I was born in 1980, that predicted median age of survival was hovering around 17. Even more so, there was an attitude present in the community to just "value the time you have" because "he probably won't see high school". Why do I remember this? Because I overheard a doctor say it. Not only did I hear doctors say it, but I saw many of my friends live it.

I'd like to introduce you to my friend Robbie. Robbie and I met at the hospital when we were kids and we connected right away. He was a few years older, but he was one of those "cool" CF kids that I longed to meet. You know, one who I thought was "just like me". There was one key difference however with me and Robbie. Robbie never did treatments. I used to question him all of the time as to why this was and to this day, I've never gotten an answer. Maybe it was because he was raised by a single mom who smoked in the house? I mean, she obviously didn't care, why should he. Maybe it's because they were on welfare and couldn't afford the latest and greatest in CF treatments? Maybe he heard the number 17 and thought to himself "what's the point"? I never did get a chance to get to the bottom of it, my friend Robbie died when he was 12. I still think of him to this day.

But this isn't a sad blog, see, even as a kid I knew I wasn't locked into Robbie's story. Shortly after he died, my mom cautiously approached me to assess how I felt about it all and to see if there was anything she could do. She asked if Robbie dying scared me at all. "I'm sad, but it doesn't scare me" I said "I'm not Robbie". "What do you mean?" she replied. I said, "Robbie didn't do his treatments and his mom never pounded him". Even back then I just couldn't buy into this whole "CF is CF" mentality and that we're all destined to the same fate or locked into some magical number. Again, screw that. Robbie should have never been included in any number or statistic that was ever thrown onto me. Sure, we both had CF, but that's were the similarities ended.

I feel the same way today. That 37 number means absolutely nothing to me. In fact, any number that includes the whole CF community means nothing to me. As long as those numbers include kids like Robbie who don't do treatments or have parents that don't give them a fighting chance, they mean nothing. We don't know what everybody else is doing out there. We do know however, that most surveys show that at least 50% of CFers do much less than or none of the treatments prescribed by their physicians. So I ask you, should they factor into any number that you hold up to yourself or your child? You obviously know my answer. Whether you pay attention to the numbers is up to you. I'm much more interested to hear about those who do what they have to do each day to have their lung function at it's highest possible position. If you don't care enough about yourself to do what you have to do to live a healthy life, then stay out of my statistics.

Now, inevitably, I'm going to get comments or emails saying something to the affect of "Ronnie, I hate you. I've done all of my treatments my entire life and I've exercised regularly since I was 4, yet my lung function continues to decline and I'm always sick. So just know that I do what I have to do and it still isn't working". Short response: You are in the minority. Not only are you in the minority of CFers that do all of their treatments everyday, but you're also in the minority of those that do all of their treatments and still can't get healthy. I generally like to focus on the majority, the majority of us who don't do everything we need to do to stay healthy and then wonder why we're sick. I've been there. I was living the "blind-folded excuse filled life" for many years. I know it's tough to own it and take responsibility for our own actions and choices, but man, once you do, it's just so much easier. You start to realize that we do in fact have a lot of control over this stupid cell disease and we have much more power than we give ourselves credit for. It's just a matter of biting the bullet and getting started.

With that said, on my birthday, here's my wish: I just want us all to commit to taking care of ourselves so in the near future we can see what the real predicted median age of this community. A community dedicated to treatments, exercise, self-worth and no excuses. I can guarantee you this, if we all committed, we'd see that 37 number WAY BACK in the rear-view mirror.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Happy Birthday Wifey!!!

Happy birthday to the one who can always put a smile on my face.
Happy birthday to the one who sits through shows I like even though you might not.
Happy birthday to the one with most precious freckles in the world.
Happy birthday to the one who loves to be held.
Happy birthday to the one who puts up with my random outbursts of signing out of tune.
Happy birthday to the one I love to argue with...in a good way of course.
Happy birthday to the one who loves to be startled by car horns (NOT!!!).
Happy birthday to the one who makes determination and work ethic look so sexy.
Happy birthday to the one who could eat pizza and ice cream for every meal.
Happy birthday to the one who likes "10 minute tidys" so much.
Happy birthday to the one who never forgets to tell me that she loves me.
Happy birthday to the one who still gets excited about the little things in life (Potato Barn?).
Happy birthday to the one who puts up with my many imperfections.
Happy birthday to the one who embraced me for who I was & not who she thought I should be.
Happy birthday to the one who pushes me to my limits.
Happy birthday to the one who I would die for in a second.
Happy birthday to the one who I want to live for forever.
Happy birthday to the one who loves to snuggle.
Happy birthday to the one who goes with the flow.
Happy birthday to the one who picked me...to which I'll never know the reason.
Happy birthday to my best friend.
Happy birthday to the hottie of all hotties.
Happy birthday to my source of strength.
Happy birthday to the best mommy (of Jezzabel) ever.
Happy birthday to those pretty eyes.
Happy birthday to my bride.
Happy birthday to my wife.
Happy birthday to the one.
Happy birthday Mandi.

I love you more than I could ever put into words.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Happy Birthday Brother!!!


So today is the 4th of July and I plan on spending it with my wonderful wife and family. My brother Grant has been staying with us all week and was joined yesterday by my other brother Andrew. We're going to be having a BBQ at Mandi's parents' house and hang out by the pool. 4th of July is cool for fireworks, independence and all, but I think what really makes it special is that it's my brother Grant's 18th birthday!! I'm so proud of the man he has become and I can't wait to see what life has in store for him. I love you Grant with all of my heart and I'm so happy that I can spend today with you in celebration of the big 1-8!!!