Hiking in a slot canyon in Southern Utah.
Yard work. That is what he loves.
My sister trying to get FAR away from him. It is very normal.
Digging a grave for our cat Felix, who died in February
Enjoying the beautiful redrock and formations of Monument Valley
That is my brother! He is quite awesome! Although he is constantly messing around with me, and playing pressure point wars with me, I love him! He is such a quiet gentleman when he is in public, he has an incredibly deep voice (my neighbor calls it "the voice of God"), he is hilarious, he can be super annoying with his fake high voice dancing on his tippy toes, but he is a super hard worker. That is what he just loves. You might think this is cheesy, but I wanted to put up a poem that he loves that pretty much sums him up. Here it is:
Good Timber
- by Douglas Malloch
The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease:
The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
The further sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
The further sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth,
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.
Happy Birthday Jake! I love you!
-Katherine Jan
