I am a lucky girl.
For a million different reasons.
The reason that I am going to focus on today is my parents. When I said “I will” to Colby, I gained
a new mother, a new father, two new sisters, a new brother and two
nephews. As soon as those words
left my mouth, I was officially adopted into sweet Scott family. Same with Colby, he gained a new mom,
new dad, a new sister and a brother.
He was adopted into the Simmons family on May 25th also. Both of our parents have been so
great about treating us like their own children. For example, my parents have given Colby his own stocking at
Christmas, even before we were engaged.
He was a part of our family so their treated him like their own
kid. Similar with my
mother-in-law. The latest example,
she bought her two daughters and me the same part of pajama pants as a little
surprise. It meant so much to be
recognized as one of her daughters.
Since Colby and I have started our latest adventure, aka buying a house,
our parents have been over at the new house, scrubbing and cleaning and
installing and painting, and “de-junking” and all sorts of other verbs during
their free time. They give and
give and give. Colby and I are
beyond blessed to have two sets of parents who adore us and sacrifice daily for
our own well-being. It’s rare for
anyone to have ONE set of parents that are willing to do that… but we have
TWO. It’s unreal. Those four are such a blessing.
Our parents are similar in a bunch of ways. Our parents are also very different in
a bunch of ways. For example, my
mom is a researcher. Our vacations
have always, always, always been phenomenal because the woman does her
research. She sorts through all of
our options and picks the best ones.
She researches different things, sites, attractions, touristy things,
native ventures, etc., to do in those cities or mountains or wherever we
travel. She does all these things
so that we get the most out of the area we visit. And we certainly do.
We get so much out of one trip in a single city, that we feel satisfied
knowing we probably won’t visit that place again. Simmons vacations are the BEST. I’ll have to blog about vacationing with my parents
sometime, because it is such an adventure.
I would consider my mother-in-law to be the “queen of improvise”. I am so serious about this, this woman
can take any situation, any mishap, hiccup or incident turn completely around
and make everyone believe that “that was supposed to happen”. That TV show, Let’s Make a
Deal. She would win something off
it, I promise you. If Monty Hall
picked her and asked her if she had things like a concert ticket, a piece of
tin foil, lip stick, an AAA battery and pepper shaker in her pocketbook, she
would A) probably have them all or B) convince the host that the ticket stub to
Les Mes was indeed a concert, or that a Zip Loc bag with holes in it would
suffice as a pepper shaker.
One of the many things that my two mama’s have in common is
their willingness to give.
Seriously. Almost
everything Colby and I have to our name has been given to us, not by wedding
gifts and birthday gifts but from our mama’s. From kitchen supplies to the clothes on our backs, our
mama’s have been taking good care of their babies. My mother-in law will bring a crock pot of roast and sit it in
the kitchen so we don’t have to fix supper that night. My mama, will search North Carolina
high and low to find the peanut butter and string cheese we like the best. We are beyond blessed and we realize
that fully.
Oh, the men we get to call “dad”, are unbelievable. They too are different in a bunch of
ways. For example, my daddy is the
epitome of a Type B personality.
He does not get amped up about anything. Actually, growing up one of the biggest rules we had in our
house was “Now, the main thing is not to get excited.” Simply meaning, there is no reason to
get worked up, we will figure this out.
I love that my dad is extremely flexible and completely laid back. I have rarely seen my dad mad or get
worked up over my 22 years of life and when he was mad it was probably because
I didn’t get a good enough lead to steal second base or because I didn’t shoot
enough three’s in the second quarter.
Tim, my father-in-law, is a very smart man. He likes to analyze everything. I asked him to build this giant table
for the wedding party to sit at during our wedding reception. I told him a couple of vague details,
like “I want a very large, farmhouse table”. I didn’t give him a lot of details, because I didn’t know
them. He researched tables for
weeks. He asked a hundred
questions. How wide of boards do
you want? How thick of legs do you
want? How many people are eating
on it? Do you want these types of boards or these types of boards? Is it okay if I use a jigsaw? After answering his hundred questions
and a couple of weeks later, Tim had created the most beautiful farmhouse
table. He analyzes things for a
reason. He wanted to do the best
work he can do and wanted me to be happy with the results. And I love that table.
The main way my two boys are the same? Hardworking. They work hard at everything they do. From building tables to installing TVs
to rewiring something to building fires to keeping their homes in tiptop
shape. They want to take care of
their families and that is seen so well in the both of them. I adore their hard working
personalities and their willingness to help others in their own projects.
So, there is a short summary of why Colby and I are the two
luckiest human beings to ever live.
We have four people who are constantly surrounding us with love and
support, especially as we take on new adventures as broke, blissful newlyweds.
