The Buckleys: Happy Birthday to my favorite guy

Friday, September 25, 2009

Happy Birthday to my favorite guy

Yesterday we celebrated Bryan's 28th birthday and I just want to take a minute to say how much I love him. He is the best friend I could ask for. Why? Simply put: he gets me (most of the time...and when he doesn't, he usually figures it out pretty quick).

Bryan is a genuine, loving and kind person. I am so grateful for all he does for our family, all he does to support and love me and all he does to make our little girl feel special. Eleanore is 100% in love with her "Super Daddy" -- seriously this guy is the top dog in her book. The other day he fixed the car. Later that night she said, "Daddy...fix...car. WOW!!!" Every evening when she hears the garage door open when he gets home from work she literally drops whatever she is doing and squeals "Daddy Home!" before running to the door to wait for a hug.

With two more girls on the way, I've been thinking: Bryan is the perfect father for daughters. He is patient, complimentary, tenderhearted and VERY protective. He is the kind of guy that will cry with you, but always make you smile -- I don't believe that there has been a day since we started dating that he hasn't made me smile. We are lucky gals to have him in our life.

So Bry, I hope you had a great day and could feel our love. You are the best, truly the best!

The celebration began last Friday when Rob and his family came over for fondue. It was super fun (I've got a post coming about that). Thanks for coming over guys. We love you!

Eleanore and I made Bryan's favorite b-day dinner: tiny spicy chicken and cheesecake. This is Eleanore sneaking a taste. After she licked the spoon she looked at me and said, "Luf it!"

6 comments:

Ashley said...: Oh man, tiny spicy chicken and cheesecake are my favorite too! Wish we could have celebrated it with you guys, glad he had a good day.; September 25, 2009 at 10:18 PM
Miriam said...: HAPPY BDAY!! We still gotta try your fondue recipes! we miss you guys and wish we could've celebrated with you!; September 27, 2009 at 4:52 PM
Ryan, Shayndel, & Kids said...: Happy belated birthday, Bryan!! Before Sicily was born I actually remembered your birthday was coming up & was going to be so prepared to send you a card or make sure we called to sing to you. Then everything went a little haywire around here. So, I'm so sorry you missed hearing our beautiful choir voices. You certainly must've felt like something was missing on your birthday! We will sing to you anyway the next time we see you since we were practicing our harmonizing parts all month.

Looks like you had a fun family day. Glad you're our brother/uncle! We love you!! --The Smiths; September 28, 2009 at 9:36 AM
* Nancy * said...: Happy VERY late Birthday Bryan! What a fun celebration along with YUMMY birthday favorites!; September 29, 2009 at 2:40 PM
Sarah said...: Oh whoops- I read this a long time ago & thought that I had commented & then I checked to be sure today. Happy belated b-day Bryan! I really was thinking of you on your day... it was on my calendar :). Em, your plans sounded awesome- I want to try the fondue, too-you'll have to let me know how it went. I will call you soon. Sorry it's been awhile- It all of the sudden turned into fall here- everything is darker earlier- and I'm trying to reverse my kids schedules (back to 7:30 bedtimes- yahoo!) I'm sure it will be easier to catch each other soon!; October 6, 2009 at 11:37 PM
Kim said...: MMM love that tiny spicy chicken recipe. I've made it once, and when Bryan said you were making it I really really wanted to come over for dinner!; October 8, 2009 at 4:38 PM

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I want to remember it like this...

October 2010:

Both Ivy and Maya say "Dada." Maya says in her growly voice a very clear, "DAD!" They are growing up too fast.

Eleanore likes to look in the mirror next to our table while we are eating dinner and she'll often talk to her reflection. She'll say things like "Who are you?" Yesterday she said, "Bananas smell good. Dirty socks don't smell good."

Eleanore dressed up like a fairy and announced "I am a Fairy Gospel."

In preperation for Halloween, Eleanore has been talking about all the things she could be and pretending to be many different Halloween-like characters including a nice witch and a mean witch. The nice witch laughs like this "HaHaHa" (high pitched and smiling. The mean witch laughs like this "HeHeHe" (low voice and scowl).

September 2010:

A friend of my mine stopped by to visit and she had her friend's son, Adam, with her. Throughout our hour-long visit Eleanore kept repeating "Adam was a prophet, first one that we know..." over and over. I kind of felt bad for the boy (who incidently is not a member of our church and doesn't know that Primary song), but it was pretty funny.

Eleanore has picked up on a few phrases that I use...that I think I picked up from my pops. "I'm exasperated." and "Oh Fiddlesticks." The latter really makes me think of my Dad.

After Bryan brushed Eleanore's hair she turned and said, "Thanks, Sweetie!"

August 2010:

Out of the blue (during a converstation lull...the girl doesn't like silence) Eleanore will often suggest, "Let's chat!"

Eleanore announces. "I know Portuguese." We ask, "Really, what?" "Portuguese!"

My new name: "Momster." Sometimes, even "Momsterarooski."

Eleanore loves to give giant hugs (just what they sound like), big smackarooskis (big kisses), and little mouse hugs (whe touches my shoulder with both hands and then busts up laughing).

July 2010:

Walking outside, Eleanore began narrating: "It was a beautiful summer day..."

A few months ago a man in our ward fell of the roof. We were talking about it because we were going to bring them dinner, and haven't really talked about it since. Today when El woke up from her nap she whispered, "Mom, someone fell off the roof." I asked who, totally not knowing what she was talking about. "Brother Dumm." She announced. It was actually a man named Brother Barrett, but Brother Dumm was sick at the same time and Bryan went to visit him the same day. What a memory she has.

June 2010:

I often tell Eleanore that if we watch too much TV our brains will get mushy. The other day I told her it was time to turn off the TV and she said, "Yes, my hair is mushy."

I told Eleanore that the babies didn't feel good. She said, "Mom, when I'm a grown up I can be a doctor and take care of them."

Eleanore asked what "No problem" means. I told her it meant you'd be glad to do it. Since then, I asked her if she would like to finger paint, she replied, "I'd be glad to do it." I got the same response when I asked if she wanted a piece of candy.

May 2010:

"[Ivy] is a precious girl. I feel that in my heart," Eleanore after kissing Ivy.

"My hair is not a toy Mom," Eleanore to Mom after sitting through three attempts at French braids.

"It's hard being a big sister," Eleanore.

"I love you, I love you, I really, really love you," Eleanore singing very seriously and loudly.

Eleanore asked to watch a t.v. show called Max and Ruby, I told her, "No, I don't like that show. " She responded, " Then you go away and I'll watch it. I like it."

January 2010:

"Babies poop a lot," Eleanore to Mom as I changed yet another diaper. "Babies cry a lot," Eleanore to Mom about five minutes later.