Lets just be straight here. I am above average. I received better grades than a C. I know how to do a lot more things than most people I know. I have been more places than most people I know. I have quite a few talents. I truly enjoy my life. I love my wife, my children adore me, and I love playing with them. I have no reason to feel less than adequate about most things.
However, I have yet to feel remarkable about anything. Don't get me wrong, that is one of my biggest aspirations in life; to be remarkable in something, anything.
I have tried drawing, and I am better than your average Pictionary™ player.
I have tried home improvement, and am far less likely to be hurt than Tim "The Toolman" Taylor (though that's not saying much is it?).
I have a nice looking yard, but nothing spectacular.
I think my yearning to be remarkable partly sparked my interest in creating my photography blog. Its not remarkable photography yet, maybe it never will be, but I find it remarkable to me that there is a new photo every day. Every single day. That I took. Some are better than others. I know that. Hopefully they are getting better in general. On day 365 I plan to grab the folder from my computer and make a book out of it. A hard-bound copy of at least one thing (that took a whole year) to do that was remarkable to me.
Someday, maybe I can look back on it with fondness and my naive dreams of being someone important later on in life. I won't be looking at it from The Oval Office, the Governor's mansion, or probably even the Mayor's house. But, it's something I can look at, and maybe someday, as my grandchildren are cleaning out my house after I am gone, one of them will come across it, and even for a moment, think, "Huh, my grandpa sure was remarkable…"
Jun 19, 2010
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Well, the big day for Emily finally arrived. She was so excited/nervous. Our stake has baptisms by ward, and she was the only one in the ward getting baptized Saturday, so she got to plan the whole program. She heard two excellent talks by her grandmother's about repentance/baptism and the Holy Ghost. I asked her if she wanted to be baptized in English or Portuguese and she chose Portuguese, which was a little bit "aww" for me. We gave her a new set of scriptures -- a blue leather-bound quad, and a journal that everyone who came to her service got to write a note in for her. Afterward we had a nice picnic in the backyard and a nice visit with everyone who came.