S: Highlights From the First 50 - Volume 1
FC: Pete Nelson Highlights From the First 50
1: Just another southern boy...
2: 1961 - 1964 | 1961 - 1964
7: 1965 - 1968
12: 1961 - 1964 | 1969 - 1972
17: 1973 - 1978
22: 1961 - 1964 | 1979 - 1986
27: 1987 . . .
34: A daughter may outgrow your lap but she'll never outgrow your heart.
43: My Dad. By Whitney Nelson Abuzeid My Dad has always been there, and for that I am lucky. He bought my first pink dress to come home from the hospital. He took me on walks to get Gumballs with a German fenning in my tiny hand. He rewound the same nursery rhyme over and over and over again. He pushed me in my little pink plastic wagon where ever I wanted to go. He taught me how to throw a baseball, play basketball and kick a soccer ball. He fed me fish sticks and macaroni for an entire year, but at least he was home. He studied with me for hours, so that I would win first place in the spelling bee. He took me fishing and tubing and camping. He made me watch Seinfeld, X-Files and the Braves. He never missed an awards ceremony or school play. He never missed a Christmas morning, Holiday or Birthday Party. He grounded me when I was wrong, and praised me when I did well. He coached EVERY sport I ever played, for fifteen years in a row. He bought me my first car and taught me to drive. He allowed me to go to Switzerland for a year, an experience I will never forget. He lectured my boyfriends. He liked some and hated others. He rang the cow bell at my High School Graduation. He loaded up his truck with all my belongings and unpacked my college dorm. Then he let me come home, because I wasn’t quite ready to leave yet. He let me make my own mistakes. He supported my wild dreams. He emailed me around the world. He allowed me independence. He treated me with respect. He worked hard, so that I never wanted for anything. He was the best dad any girl could ever have. And now that I’m all grown up with a family of my own, I can’t wait for my boys to get to know the grandpa that I call my Dad.
53: Dad, When I sat down and tried to think of a memory of you and I to share, I wanted something that would be telling of how much fun we have together, how much we have in common, how much we love each other, and most importantly, how funny and great I am. I thought back to early morning softball games, nightly soccer practices, and basketball tournaments, having you right there beside me as a coach. I thought about every church musical you went to, every play you saw, and every horseback riding lesson you took me to. Then it hit me that I couldn’t pick out just one story to describe our relationship, because you have been in every one of my memories growing up. As a coach you were there as a (mostly patient) teacher and mentor. You were hard on me when you needed to be, but always willing to take the extra time to make sure I understood what you were explaining. As I got older and you were a spectator, you were always there to cheer me on at every game - even the away games. You were a constant source of support and encouragement. But you were, and still are, more than just a coach in my life. You were also someone I enjoyed spending time with and always laughed with. Spending Friday nights watching Mystery Science Theater 3000, then staying up late coming up with our own stories, always starring you and me. Spending weeknights watching Seinfeld, quoting each episode, because we’ve seen them all 10 times. Talking about friends, boys, and eventually college, my future, and what I wanted to be “when I grew up.” And now here I am, grown up. And I would not be the person that I am today without you. You’ve given me your sense of humor, competitive drive, and oily skin (thanks for that). But most importantly, you’ve given me the confidence to know that I can do anything, and that I have a bright future ahead of me. I love you, dad. Thank you for making me the person I am today. Happy 50th birthday!
64: Chase | Chase
65: A father again at 50!