December 19, 2000 – Sub 4 Santa and the D’s Christmas Party

December 19, 2000 – Sub 4 Santa and the D’s Christmas Party

In our BYU ward, Rob and I and a few other people had been in charge of a family for Sub 4 Santa. Rob and I were two of three people that were still around after Finals, so we got to buy all the stuff and deliver it. So we delivered it all on that Tuesday and it was a humbling experience. The woman we brought it to was a normal person. She wasn’t destitute, she was just struggling trying to raise 2 kids. I remember thinking this wasn’t what I thought we’d find. And it made me more grateful to be a part of it that she was so grateful to have our help. It was a good experience.

There were other service projects that I helped Rob do a lot with. Piles and piles of canned goods for a food drive that we did. We carried them from the basement to his car so we could deliver them. It was nice to be involved with Rob in something so wholesome and good. Service is a great thing.

The D’s Christmas Party Tuesday evening was interesting. Grandma D offended C and C went away crying. It seems something like this happens often around Grandma D. This did not impress me. And I got a good idea of how crazy Rob’s family is. They’re good people and I loved being with them.

Rob’s dad took Rob for some time around the end of the party and they had their “talk.” You know, the father-son pre-marriage talk. I remember Rob’s dad making a comment about Rob’s fly being down, but it wasn’t. Rob wore these pants that the fly always did funny things and it would look like it was down, but it wasn’t. I liked the pants, though.

Rob: My dad and I didn’t have our “talk” that night. The talk happened the next day when we were driving to try and find the Inn on the Creek up in Midway. He just wanted to share a few things he had learned over the years, which was a little weird, but was helpful. The fly thing was simply that the flap that covered the zipper on the pants needed to be ironed so it was flipped funny and the zipper could be seen, though it wasn’t down. My dad was just making sure that his son wasn’t walking around flashing people. What a good dad.

written Spring 2006