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The purpose of this blog is not just to show off my professional work, but to let my clients know who I am. Today, I am going to share a little bit about who I am, but first, don't think there isn't a hard working man behind these photos, because there is. Our "dad" is the best guy ever and the love of my life. He works hard to provide for us and believes in all of my endeavors. Without him, none of this Lemontine stuff would exist. <3
In the true spirit of Christmas... I am going to tell you about three things that I believe in.
To start off right we will be discussing the book To Kill a Mockingbird. Have any of you read that? Remember Boo? And seeing the world through the eyes of little Scout? There are so many things about that book that I believe in. I first read that book in (get this) my Uncle Blaine's class, way back in Jr. High. I can't say that is the book that sparked my love of reading, BUT I can say that it definitely stuck in my soul for more than one reason. And then there is Harry Potter... that WAS the book that sparked my love of reading. My third grade teacher read that book to us and I remember being sunk right in at the very first when Mr. Dursley couldn't help but notice all of the strange people and animals on his way to work. Hooked. So my friends, the first thing I believe in is reading. If we were close friends, I would read to your kids for fun when I babysat them, and if you were my relative, I would buy your babies books. Because I BELIEVE in books. There is power in kids who read.
My parents used to tell me, "That will rot your brain". Rot my brain? Yes. This is the line I got whenever I was watching too much TV. (Which we didn't even have! Can you believe that? We only had three local channels growing up). This is also the line I got whenever I wanted to play Mario Cart... which we didn't have either. My cousins did. It was so fun. But alas, if I ever spent too much time in front of a screen my parents would remind me that my brain was going to rot if I didn't kick it. This lifestyle that my parents provided me was a blessing. I am so grateful. I'm grateful because I believe so hard in playing OUTSIDE. For Heaven sake, let the kids play outside! All of my best childhood memories (and most of my memories all together) take place on about a two acre plot of land. There were four houses on this lot - mine, my grandparents, and two sets of cousin's homes. This provided me with the best childhood ever. My cousins and I literally played outside until the cows came home every single day. And once we were in school, after homework was finished of course, we played outside until the cows came home again. We rode bikes, ran races, climbed trees, built forts, built games, played games, caught minnows, ran through fields, made juice with real fruit off the trees, ATE fruit right off the trees... we explored the whole world around us. And we were happy. So my friends, I believe so hard in playing outside. I know I am old school about it, but that's the kind of childhood I want for my babies. I want them to play outside.
The last story I want to tell is about a time that I was probably fourteen or fifteen years old. Every single year my family (along with all of those cousins of mine) went to the beach together. It was the best day of all the year... seriously, it rivaled Christmas. On our beach days we would boogie board, and build mondo sand castles, and just have a good time. So on this day, I woke up excited and ready to get to my favorite place and do my favorite things. I was a teenager. My sister and I were the only ones left at home so it was just my parents, Allie and I. We got in the car and started the drive to San Diego. Between the Imperial Valley (my home) and San Diego there is a small mountain range. While we were driving through there we spotted a car off the side of the road. Before I knew it, my dad was pulling our car over as fast as he could. Very much to my disappointment, my dad wanted to check and make sure that these strangers were okay. Turns out there was a whole family on the side of the road who ran out of gas. My dad invited them into our car, and drove a good thirty minutes out of the way (both ways!) to get them a can of gas. We turned around and drove ALL the way back. All the while I was aching to get to the beach and have fun. I was so frustrated. There were strangers in my car, we had to drive to no mans land to help them.. we were wasting beach time. What was my dad thinking? I'll tell you what... he must have been thinking something wise because that has stuck with me forever. And if you know my dad, you know that this kind of thing is typical of him. He serves everyone, all the time, even if it's inconvenient. But this time, the service really stuck with me. I want to be just like that. I have so far to go. But I want to put others above myself, and I want to serve without a second thought, without expecting anything in return. So that's number three: I believe in selfless service. I can't say I am perfect at it, in fact, I have so so far to go, but I want to serve others. I know that service sanctifies.
So friends.. some that I have met, and many that I haven't, that's a little bit about what I believe in. I hope you each have a wonderful Christmas season... full of believing!
In the true spirit of Christmas... I am going to tell you about three things that I believe in.
To start off right we will be discussing the book To Kill a Mockingbird. Have any of you read that? Remember Boo? And seeing the world through the eyes of little Scout? There are so many things about that book that I believe in. I first read that book in (get this) my Uncle Blaine's class, way back in Jr. High. I can't say that is the book that sparked my love of reading, BUT I can say that it definitely stuck in my soul for more than one reason. And then there is Harry Potter... that WAS the book that sparked my love of reading. My third grade teacher read that book to us and I remember being sunk right in at the very first when Mr. Dursley couldn't help but notice all of the strange people and animals on his way to work. Hooked. So my friends, the first thing I believe in is reading. If we were close friends, I would read to your kids for fun when I babysat them, and if you were my relative, I would buy your babies books. Because I BELIEVE in books. There is power in kids who read.
My parents used to tell me, "That will rot your brain". Rot my brain? Yes. This is the line I got whenever I was watching too much TV. (Which we didn't even have! Can you believe that? We only had three local channels growing up). This is also the line I got whenever I wanted to play Mario Cart... which we didn't have either. My cousins did. It was so fun. But alas, if I ever spent too much time in front of a screen my parents would remind me that my brain was going to rot if I didn't kick it. This lifestyle that my parents provided me was a blessing. I am so grateful. I'm grateful because I believe so hard in playing OUTSIDE. For Heaven sake, let the kids play outside! All of my best childhood memories (and most of my memories all together) take place on about a two acre plot of land. There were four houses on this lot - mine, my grandparents, and two sets of cousin's homes. This provided me with the best childhood ever. My cousins and I literally played outside until the cows came home every single day. And once we were in school, after homework was finished of course, we played outside until the cows came home again. We rode bikes, ran races, climbed trees, built forts, built games, played games, caught minnows, ran through fields, made juice with real fruit off the trees, ATE fruit right off the trees... we explored the whole world around us. And we were happy. So my friends, I believe so hard in playing outside. I know I am old school about it, but that's the kind of childhood I want for my babies. I want them to play outside.
The last story I want to tell is about a time that I was probably fourteen or fifteen years old. Every single year my family (along with all of those cousins of mine) went to the beach together. It was the best day of all the year... seriously, it rivaled Christmas. On our beach days we would boogie board, and build mondo sand castles, and just have a good time. So on this day, I woke up excited and ready to get to my favorite place and do my favorite things. I was a teenager. My sister and I were the only ones left at home so it was just my parents, Allie and I. We got in the car and started the drive to San Diego. Between the Imperial Valley (my home) and San Diego there is a small mountain range. While we were driving through there we spotted a car off the side of the road. Before I knew it, my dad was pulling our car over as fast as he could. Very much to my disappointment, my dad wanted to check and make sure that these strangers were okay. Turns out there was a whole family on the side of the road who ran out of gas. My dad invited them into our car, and drove a good thirty minutes out of the way (both ways!) to get them a can of gas. We turned around and drove ALL the way back. All the while I was aching to get to the beach and have fun. I was so frustrated. There were strangers in my car, we had to drive to no mans land to help them.. we were wasting beach time. What was my dad thinking? I'll tell you what... he must have been thinking something wise because that has stuck with me forever. And if you know my dad, you know that this kind of thing is typical of him. He serves everyone, all the time, even if it's inconvenient. But this time, the service really stuck with me. I want to be just like that. I have so far to go. But I want to put others above myself, and I want to serve without a second thought, without expecting anything in return. So that's number three: I believe in selfless service. I can't say I am perfect at it, in fact, I have so so far to go, but I want to serve others. I know that service sanctifies.
So friends.. some that I have met, and many that I haven't, that's a little bit about what I believe in. I hope you each have a wonderful Christmas season... full of believing!
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