Why I have good parents

You gave me my name, a great gift in itself. Thank you for choosing something cute, and not something cruel, like Ragnar or Svetlana.

You did not drop me as an infant or anything, which was at least 10% of your job as a parent. You always made sure I wore a seat belt.

Mom,
You bought me a stuffed bear when I had problems sleeping. You not only lavished us with birthday parties, but you threw the pets birthday parties, too. When I told you I had plans to kiss a boy in my class, you guided my decision in the opposite direction. (I was only eight!) You wrote me sweet notes and put them in my lunch bag every day for a week in sixth grade. You used to come in my room, sit down on my bed, and talk. And you probably still would if we still lived together, which we FINALLY don't! When friends came over in high school, you made Asian chicken salads, just like the kind at Wendy's. You drove me to cheer leading, theater, youth group, and community college. (Laugh out loud.) When Robert and I were dating, you told me at least 300 times "HE LOVES YOU." I am grateful for that, because I needed to hear it.You let me help with the cooking when we come over, and I like having a niche in our family.


Dad, you walked me into class the first day of third grade. You took me to work on "Take your Daughter to Work Day." You took us to Disney Land AND Disney World. Proof we were spoiled. You let me cut my hair short for the first time in the eighth grade. I look back on your rule to keep my hair long with respect. You were the boss! You took time to show me how to drive when I was fifteen, you took me to get my driver's license, and you gave me a car three years later. You reprimanded me when I got sassy. I look back on this as a sure sign that you were a good father. You are always talking about good bible verses. You had that swimming pool built. You take great photographs of our family.

You guys came to see my plays in high school. You both took me to therapy and got me medication when I needed it. Later, when I blamed everything on you, you still let me in your house. You gave me a wedding. And last, you both prayed for me, told me who Jesus was, and took me to church. Which, must be another 50% of  your job as a parent.

I am so glad to have the gift of good parents. I am very glad God planted me in the home of Ray and Cindy Bornert.