My brother’s wedding

Ryans WeddingThis past weekend my little brother got married to a wonderful woman (formally known as Taylor Timmer, now the newest Mrs. Dykstra). It was so special to me for many reasons. Reason #1… a month ago we weren’t sure we’d even be able to attend but by God’s mercy and healing power, He allowed us to make the trip as a family. Reason #2… I got to be the best man in my little brother’s wedding, what an honor. Reason #3… I had such a fun time this weekend getting to be around all of my family. Sometimes it just feels so good to be home and this weekend was one of those times.

Below is my best man speech from the wedding. It’s not exactly what I said, because I basically cried through the entire thing and lost my place several times and then freestyled at the end, but you get the drift. The opening line/ joke was compliments of Brent Kruithof (thanks buddy, everyone seemed to like it). I wanted to post this just to honor my brother Ryan and remind him of how much getting to be his best man meant to me.

I’m not very comfortable speaking in front of large crowds, so this is probably going to be the most awkward five minutes of my life. Of course, the most awkward five minutes of Ryan’s life will come later tonight.

Ryan, We’ve been brothers now for almost 23 years. I remember the day you were born. I was so excited to have a brother. At 6, I wasn’t really sure what all that entailed but I remember vividly being so excited you were a boy. When we were younger the fondest memories I have of us is how much we use to play together. I think I spent most of my childhood throwing things at you and you spent most of yours dodging them. Whether it was dodgeball in the dark, running from room to room not trying to get hit with a ball, dodge ball off of the diving board, or playing pickle, one thing is for certain and that is we spent a lot of time playing together. I was so proud to be your big brother.

As we grew up together you began to copy just about everything I did. If you don’t know me and you only know Ryan… Basically, every phase ryan has gone through in his life, I’ve also gone through, whether its shoes, big earrings, hats, baseball, or whatever… I’m not sure why but this always seemed to annoy me and at the same time I wanted you to copy me and I liked it. Over the past couple years I feel like I’m actually just starting to get to know you. It’s funny to me to see how much alike we are, and even funnier how much like dad we both are. The more I get to know you the more alike I see that we are. You have quickly become my best friend. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to realize that. The first thing that came to my mind when you asked me to be your best man, was I wish you had been mine. I’m so honored that you asked me to be your best man on this day. I’m very proud of who you are, who you’ve chosen to marry, and the way you live your life. I am so thankful to have a brother like you. You are marrying a great girl that I know will only encourage you to walk deeper with The Lord. Taylor you have a beautiful heart and I am so thankful Ryan has you to walk through life with.

One thing that The Lord has taught me over the last year is that one of the biggest ways He disciples our hearts to look more like His is through marriage/family. You will learn more about yourselves, each other, and most importantly God through these two things. The only peace of advice that I would give to you is, be ever mindful of what The Lord is teaching you. Everything you go through is for his good purposes and He is guiding you every step of the way.

Love your big brother,

Ross

 

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Oh Sparty…

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Today was a day all geared around getting Maebyn tired so this “stay at home dad” could peacefully enjoy the Michigan State vs. Indiana game. I planned out the whole day so she would be well rested , fed and ready for bed by around tip off. I had planned to let her watch the first ten minuets with me just so I could start prepping her for where her allegiances will fall. She only made it about five minuets in though.I thought, no biggie, cause she went down wearing Spartan green.

Needless to say, the game didn’t end up the way I wanted it to(make your free throws MSU and we win the gam).Maebyn woke up with about 3 minuets left in the game so I spent the better half of the last two minuets trying to calm a crying baby and control my ever increasing emotions all at the same time. Thank goodness she can’t understand what I say yet because controlling my emotions when MSU should have won by 5 but ended up losing by 4 didn’t come easy, actually at all. I didn’t see the entire debacle though because I was making a bottle, changing a diaper, and looking for a passi. Oh, the joys of parenting… And being an MSU fan.

Although we didn’t win it was fun watching the game with her. It will be fun passing down my love of MSU, The Tigers, and the ever embarrassing Lions to her. We may live in Ohio but one thing is for sure, she will be a MSU, Tigers, and Lions fan. She has no choice in the matter. I love the fact that as a parent you get to pass things on to your kids. I love sports and I can’t wait to share them with my kids. Whether they love sports or not we will be making memories for years to come in cheering on these teams, just because they are dads teams.

Thank goodness Maebyn is to young to remember this game. I take solace in the fact that neither will MSU fans come March. So here’s to a deep tournament run in March and to passing on my love of Sparty to my kids. Maebyn’s fast asleep now, proudly clad in the Green and White, after watching the game with dad and that’s more important to me than a win.

To Sparty,

Ross

It’s snowing… kindof

20130125-135356.jpgSo I thought I’d try to write a more light-hearted post today but don’t be surprised if this gets a little sappy.

It’s snowing in the ‘Nati today and you would think by the way the city acts we are getting a foot of snow. Don’t worry we are not, only less than an inch. We’re never that lucky here. For those who didn’t know, I was born and raised in Holland, Michigan. I’ve heard Holland described as a little slice of heaven, Gods favorite city in America, ect… You get the picture… I love Holland, MI.

Right now, Holland has about a foot of snow that has fallen over the past few days. I could not be more jealous. I don’t care too much for cold, the winter, or the extended periods of darkness, but I love the snow. If its going to be cold, dark, and grey outside it may as well be snowing… a lot. When it snows in Cincinnati we gear up for storms that consist of a whopping 1-2 inches and the city still goes into a panic. In Michigan, 1-2 inches doesn’t even justify getting the plows out. I know that last statement made me sound like a pretty hard-core Michigander, but that’s ok because I most defiantly am. Is it bad if when I hear Tim Allen’s voice come over the radio and talk about Pure Michigan man tears well up in my eyes? When I hear those blessed commercials all I can think of is, Tim Allen gets it. If you’ve somehow missed those genius ads, click here to fall in love with Pure Michigan.  >>man tears<<

I know it seems crazy that someone that loves Michigan so much wouldn’t live there right? Well, I agree. If I had my choice I probably would be living in Michigan. In fact, in high school I think my friends said I was the least likely to go away from home to college, and I agreed. Thankfully, God had different plans for me and brought me to the city of Cincinnati (sometimes referred to as Suckinnati… Patent-pending on that word by me and my 6 year old pal, Miles Zimmerman). One things for sure, I know I am here for a purpose and am so thankful for the people God has placed in my life here in Cincinnati. I’m also grateful that God knows exactly what our heart needs and where it needs to be. I miss my family, friends, and the home state when it snows, but it all reminds me that I am not here by mere chance.

Alright, me and the Maebs are off to the mall. All this talk about Michigan has made me want to go buy something with the Detroit D on it and she couldn’t agree more.

Your Michigander,

Ross