One of the many reasons I love the dream of going to every national park is that there are so many unexpected surprises.  There’ve been many times in which I’ve gone to a park with either low expectations or having a pretty solid hunch of what my favorite part of the park will be.  Wind Cave was a perfect example of this for me.  I went in thinking it was a checkmark and was only excited to knock it off the list because we were already close.  What I found instead was a profoundly deep experience in hearing, as the ancient Americans described it, “the breath of the Earth.”  Today was another of those days for me.

On our first day at Olympic National Park I was so pumped when we saw Hurricane Ridge.  The beautiful line of several mountain peaks appearing seemingly out of nowhere was nothing short of spectacular.  When Dominic first saw them he immediately stated that this was his favorite national park.  The views were amazing and I was pretty sure that I’d seen what would be the best part of this park.  The next couple of days would just be because we’re already here…  which leads me to today…

As we were driving back from our morning hikes and lunch we stopped in the Sol Duc area to check out the hot springs (BUST – it was a freaking swimming pool!) and a falls (BEAUTIFUL!).  While there we were also going to check out this cool little grove of ancient trees, the “Ancient Grove.”  A short hike, I was expecting a nice little walk in the woods.  What I experienced was anything but that.

In this grove were ancient trees (surprising, never would’ve guessed that by the name, would you?).  The sign on our way in explained that some were over 750 years old.  Walking in I was expecting a thick and lush rain forest setting similar to Muir Woods, but instead it opened into a wide open expanse filled only with giant trees (350+ feet?), moss, and a few ferns.  It was wide open yet totally full and untouched.  As I stepped into the grove there was an overwhelming feeling of serenity. It was calm, no stress, no chaos, no sadness, no frustration…  just peace.  The breeze lightly blew through the woods and the sun came down in beams, broken up by the primeval giants.  Everything was right in the world, I was in heaven on Earth.  My heart was filled and all was good in my life.  To say it was amazing was an understatement.

I must’ve been acting a little off, Becky came up to me and asked if I was okay.  All I could mutter and explain was that I was feeling great, incredible, at peace.  It was tough to explain, but it was one of those moments in my life when everything just felt right.  Not just right, but “right.”  Closer to something bigger than myself than I had been in a long time, something that had called me there without me knowing it, something that just felt like home.  It felt right.

To say that I was surprised by how incredible this little grove was, just over a half mile hike, would be an understatement.  With Dad’s death so fresh in my heart this was the breath of calm I needed.  It brought me peace.  Earlier in the day I had been talking with Dad while I was hiking, telling him about how I was missing him, wishing he was here, and knowing that he was.  At one point as I stopped a gentle breeze blew across my face in what had been otherwise stagnant air…  I knew he was with me.  When I felt the peace of the Ancient Groves I didn’t even need to talk with him, I knew he was there.  And for that, I am so deeply grateful.

Thanks!!!

 

The Kreilings had an excellent time in Olympic National Park today, it was pretty much a standard Kreiling vacation day.  There was everything from seeing a new national park (to us) to seeing cool wildlife to learning / teaching life lessons to frustration to happiness to camera shenanigans to good food and a beer or two…  Everything was pretty much what we’d normally hope for in a Kreiling vacation day – including 8 miles or so of hiking 🙂

Thanks!!!

Last night Gavin decided to try something and then showed one of our young neighbors how much fun it was.  Gavin took a rock, climbed up on a swing set, and then proceeded to pound on a thin aluminum post cap for the other neighbor’s fence.  By the time he was done with it the cap was pretty much toast.

As you can expect, we were pretty ticked when we found out what he had done.  He apologized to one set of neighbors and then went over to the other neighbor’s house, without being asked, to apologize.  When he came home from the neighbor’s we asked what they said.  Gavin shared, “He said that he would be mad, but I was man enough to own up to what I had done and apologized in person so he wasn’t mad.”

When Gavin went to bed last night we talked about it some more, and he had tears running down his face until he fell asleep.  After taking time to think about what he had done he realized he made a huge mistake and felt bad for damaging something that wasn’t his.

This morning he and I got up early, headed out to Menards, picked up a couple of new post covers, talked with our neighbor, and had the new ones installed before 8am.

While I’m still frustrated that he did it in the first place, I was glad that he learned several valuable lessons from this.  First, think before acting and don’t do anything to damage other people’s things.  Second, when you make a mistake, own up to it right away and apologize in person.  Last, after the mistake has been made, take action ASAP to fix it.  I’m thankful for him learning these lessons on something like this that can be easily fixed.

Thanks!!!

I know, this one seems a little odd, doesn’t it?  Trust me, I didn’t think I’d write this one either. 🙂

Over the past couple of nights Becky and I have been writing thank you cards to everyone for flowers, gifts in memory of Dad, and for their presence over the past few weeks.  I hate to admit it, but when we first put the list together I kept thinking about how long it was going to take to write them.  The list seemed daunting, mainly because I was looking at it as a list of tasks that had to be checked off.

Then something funny happened as I started writing the first one.  As I thought about the person it was going to be mailed to I smiled and thought about how much I appreciated that person.  I paused to think about what I should write and considered their gift, be it time, cards, flowers, whatever.  As I thought about their gift I smiled again.  Then I started to write inside their card.  While my pen was leaving its mark I started smiling again, thinking about how they would smile when they read it.  Once I was done writing it I paused again and thought about just how thankful I was for them and their gift, and smiled again thinking of their upcoming smile.

From the first thank you card on I realized that this wasn’t just a task or obligation to complete.  Writing these cards was both a part of the healing process for me (a reminder of what had happened) and a wonderful memory of a friend or family member doing something out of the goodness of their heart to bring my family and I joy in a difficult time.  As I penned each thank you I was reminded of their love and was thankful for them.

By the time I reached the end my smile was just as big as it had been when I wrote the first.  I thoroughly enjoyed writing them and was thankful for the joy and happiness that being thankful can bring.  Kind of silly that the “Thankful Blogger Guy” had to be reminded of that, isn’t it?  Regardless, I’m very thankful for writing thank you cards (thanks for the encouragement Becky!!!).

Thanks!!!

While taking care of some business things today I found out that one of our teams had hit an all time high for Clients Billed (one of our most important metrics) this past week.  The reason this number is so important is that means we have many people working at many different businesses in our communities.  The more businesses we work with the better the selections of jobs we can offer people to help them find the right career.  If we could only measure two things in our business, this would be one of them.

I was ecstatic when I saw that number and was so proud of how all of the hard work of my teams had paid off and was now benefitting them, our clients, and the associates we put to work.  As I started to type up a congratulations email to the teams I paused and decided that I should add some perspective.  When I went back to old reports for comparison I was shocked and amazed at just how much growth my teams have had!

Way back in February of 2010 we made the call to expand in one territory to a second office.  Since then we’ve expanded again and now have three offices in that area.  In another market we’ve grown, and grown, and grown…

Back in 2010 those offices were putting people to work at 60 different businesses…  Today, I am proud to say that my teams have people currently working at over 140 different businesses in the same markets!!!

How awesome is that?  Thanks to the hard work of my teams we’ve more than doubled the number of different businesses we help people find their new career at.  I am so pumped and proud of them!!!

When I first saw our client count I was very happy, but I was on top of the world when I stood back and got some perspective.  Thanks for the awesomeness my Express Family!!!

Thanks!!!

There are many times in my life when I have a great idea, I put some thought into it, I never started action on it, and it faded away.  An opportunity lost, a wasted idea.  In some cases the concept might have been a failure, other times it might have been huge.  When I don’t start it I’ll never know for sure.

Between last night and today I’ve started something(s).  I made the first step.  I’ve taken action to start bringing an idea to reality.  Whether or not it turns out or not I’ve got the feeling of starting something and it’s great!  Creating is one of my favorite things in the world and it is awesome to get something(s) rolling!

There’s a lot of work ahead of me, but today I’m thankful for taking the first step.  What’s the old saying?  A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.  There’s been an idea or two that have been swimming in my head for quite some time and today I’ve taken the first step in setting them free…  and it feels AWESOME!!!

Thanks!!!

These past couple of weeks have been completely surreal.  It seems like the world stopped turning and then started moving in a different direction.  Up was down, chaos and turmoil was the norm, and everything was in a constant state of upheaval.  There’s always been one rock I could stand on, that would support me, and was always there when needed…

Throughout these past weeks Becky has been there for me in any way imaginable.  She’s been there to hug me when I’m down.  When I needed time alone she stepped back.  Several times she reminded me to take care of myself.  In the moments that I needed to collapse she held me up and wiped the tears away.  The nights I stayed over in the hospital she kept the house running, the boys fed, and all going to the right places at the right time – never once giving me a hard time or complaining.  Whatever was needed, Becky was there for me.

When I wasn’t sure what to do she pointed me in the right direction.  The couple of occasions in which I just wanted to run away or shirk my responsibility she encouraged me and coached me.  When I lost sight of what was really important she guided me.  Every step of the way, whether present with me or not, she was there with me, supporting me.

As she did all of this she stayed strong for me.  She misses my dad as much as I do and has her own sadness to deal with, yet she set it aside to take care of me.  There were many sacrifices she made as she has kept me going over the past couple of weeks, I am incredibly grateful for her presence.  Without her love and support I wouldn’t have made it through this.  Every day Becky helps me to become a better man.  Every day she supports me.  Every day she loves me.  For that I am extremely thankful!!!

Thanks!!!

Everything was almost back to normal today.  The normal car passed Becky and I and we traded waves as we went for our regular run.  I got back into the regular routine of getting ready for work and heading in to the office.  At the office I got back into the usual Monday morning meetings, one after another with just a couple of exceptions.  After the standard Monday work I headed home.  Just like normal I called my mom and we talked while I headed home.  We ate dinner in a hurry as per the norm and then headed out to logrolling.  We went out for a quick drink afterwards and then headed back home to get into our typical Monday routine.

Today was ordinary, standard, regular, basic, the usual, typical, and exactly what I needed.  It was a chance to get back into the normalcy of every day life.  No worries, no sadness, no loss, a chance to lose myself in routine…  something I’ve been longing for over the past couple of weeks.

As I realized just how much I was appreciating this basic day it made me smile.  There’ve been many days when I get frustrated at living the same old same old.  I’ve wanted a break, something different, some excitement.  Extra time to relax, more time to try something else, just a change of pace.  Contrast that with today as I am soaking in the awesomeness of the mundane.  Today I am thankful for have the regular day of life to get back to feeling normal.  It just feels right, and I am very appreciative of that.

There was one point of the day in which reality hit me hard.  It was an unexpected reminder of my dad that brought on a case of the feels.  When I pulled up my Facebook for a moment I saw the reminder of last year’s blog post…

This was my post from Father’s Day last year, when Dad was still alive and there wasn’t a hint of a clue that it would be the last Father’s Day he would celebrate.  We were able to talk about the post, bond over it, and share our love for each other.  I’m thankful to have written it while he was alive to read it.  It helped me share and express my love and appreciation of him in a different way.

Reading this post brought back memories and feelings.  Mainly it was an appreciation for what an awesome father I was fortunate to have.  It also seemed fitting to have used the line “He’s one of my best friends and talking with him always puts a huge smile on my face and in my heart.”  Even though he’s gone I still talk with him and it always puts a huge smile on my face and in my heart.

Love you Dad!

Thanks!!!

Over the past few days (and couple of weeks) my dad has given me quite the unexpected Father’s Day gift.  As I’ve rekindled many relationships and built others there’s been an ongoing theme…  Many stories about Dad and the impact that he’s had on so many people.

When we talked and got together we were always talking, sharing stories and updates of what we were up to.  Somehow in my brain I was kind of focused on the dad that I knew and assumed that was all there was to know about him.  Seriously, I’ve known the guy for 40 years, how could there be any surprises, right?  Over the past couple of weeks I’ve learned just how naive a thought that was.

Between time in the hospital, messages on Facebook, conversations at the funeral, in cards, and everywhere in between I’ve heard more stories about my dad than ever.  Dad was a very proud man and liked to keep somethings private, I will respect that by speaking in generalities.  Also know that as I share, there are so many more stories that I would love to share, but I can’t find a way to do it without sharing more than he would like.  Here’s a short list of some of the things I’ve learned about my dad or seen much more clearly from these stories:

• His inventing skills were top notch!  One of his most recent creations still has me smiling from ear to ear.  It was an incredible example of Dad’s ingenuity, attention to detail, and focus on quality execution.
• In an incredibly heartwarming letter I learned about ways my dad had been known to go out of his way to cheer up a friend.  It was something that was way out of his comfort zone, but that didn’t stop him from doing it.  I teared up while reading it and was so proud of Dad for doing it.
• The number of lives he brightened still blows my mind.  In one example that particularly touched me Dad went out of his way to have a conversation with someone who was in a really tough spot, brought happiness to them, and moved them to happy tears.  I heard this story right before the funeral and knew that if I was going to break down emotionally during his eulogy it was going to be due to this story being that fresh in my mind.
• Hearing stories of ways Dad has given of himself have been coming non-stop.  From financial, time, skills, emotions, and smiles there’ve been many examples of how he’s helped other.  He’d shared a few of these with me as they happened, but I had no idea the extreme depth of his generosity.

Over the years I’ve shared my passion of the analogy of a shoebox diorama (Day 332 of last year).  When making them as a kid I’d make a scene in the box close it up, and then look in through an eyehole.  If I cut a new hole in the box I’d see the same thing, but from a different direction.  The same details, but with a different meaning due to the change in perspective.  The more holes I looked through the better the understanding one would get.  This Father’s Day my dad gave me the gift of several new vantages to see his life from.  He punched new holes in the shoebox diorama that was his life and opened it up to view him differently, to get a more complete picture of who he really was in total, not just “the dad” role that I saw him from.

I’d give most anything to have him back with me, to be able to hop on the phone and wish him a happy Father’s Day, to have some fun texts between the two of us and my brother, and have life go back to normal.  All that being said, I can’t imagine going back to not seeing all of these great things about him.  As big of a hero as he already was for me, his legacy continues to grow, my respect for him increases, and I’m even more proud of him.  Each story reminds me of ways that I need to be better in order to follow in his footsteps, and help raise my boys to do the same.

Dad, thank you for this awesome Father’s Day gift, the ability to see your life from new perspectives and angles.  I’m more proud of you than I’ve ever been.  Happy Father’s Day Dad – Love you!

Thanks!!!