I love Glen because he has been such a "fun" parent. I've often thought how it would have been for my children to not have had their father in their life - boring and quiet. Glen has been the recreation director in our marriage and family (just like his mother was for her family.) Glen makes the good times roll!
If I had been present for this rolling good time it would NOT HAVE HAPPENED! I birthed these five beautiful children and their safety has always been my
up most priority. Did they love riding on top of the car? Yes indeed, and they sometimes still talk of it.
Glen is trying to blow up the rubber raft which he brought to fathers/sons outing on top of his little blue
Volkswagen. The "bug" was also packed with a tent, all camping gear, folding chairs, and three boys. It was a traveling circus and they had a very good time, especially enjoying the wide eyes as they rolled into camp.
There would have been no underwater pictures without Glen in their life. They would never have known how they looked in a watery world.
It was a family tradition for Glen to pack up the kids early on a Saturday morning in late December after a snowstorm up north. They would load the pickup with snow and head home to engage in a traveling snowball fight. Friends and neighbors learned that it was dangerous to open their door on a December Saturday.
Glen's philosophy has always been "the more the merrier." This van is packed with the family plus some Ostler cousins. I think that's Brittany standing outside looking in. We were on our way to Disneyland, the happiest place on earth.
Glen always thought that a family activity was the best kind of activity. This may have been the only time all the bikes had tires with air. It was a very delightful evening.
Glen has also provided the "fun" for many ward activities. He and the kids were always filling an ice chest full of water balloons for the water balloon launcher. He was also the kind of dad who took kids and their friends
teepeeing. When visiting Utah in July, a trip to Wyoming for fireworks was usually a given. Most of my children's fondest memories were orchestrated by their father. That's my Glen!
Please comment if you want to add any "fun" memories of your own.
Glen and Laurel, BYU Campus, 1994
I love Glen because he is a very generous person. He is generous with his time, his talents, his resources, and his love. In our early marriage I often felt like he was "generous to a fault." I've changed my mind on this one as well. It really is better to be optimistic, friendly and generous. 
This is the something red that I got Glen for Valentine's Day. I went to his section of the bookstore to find this book. The red cover was important, but I also liked the title.
Yes, the flap is covering up the "Oriental Trader" logo on this box which arrived this week. Glen was asked to host the HP Valentine Social in his beautiful backyard and of course, generously said, "Yes." It looks like he has also decided to decorate.
This is how it looked in 1991 when we first moved in. That's indoor/outdoor carpeting covering the dirt, not really share-worthy. Notice how the palm trees are only as tall as the fence.
This is how it looks today. He loves sharing our garden. Recently he noticed that two women, apparently a daughter and her elderly mother, were stopping to look as they passed by each morning. He invited them into his backyard. He sat with them at the table and had a good long conversation. When they left, he told them they were welcome to rest on the benches out front anytime.
I love Glen because he has become a caring, loving, and fun grandpa. He is delighted to once again have unconditional love from the little people in his life. His grandchildren are his joy.
There he is lining up his favorite people by age so that they can take a whack at the pinata on his last birthday. He is still making things fun.
Once again there are little ones willing to help him blow out his birthday candles.
He is a very blest man and I am so fortunate to be enjoying the blessings with him.
I love Glen because he has been such a "fun" parent. I've often thought how it would have been for my children to not have had their father in their life - boring and quiet. Glen has been the recreation director in our marriage and family (just like his mother was for her family.) Glen makes the good times roll!
If I had been present for this rolling good time it would NOT HAVE HAPPENED! I birthed these five beautiful children and their safety has always been my up most priority. Did they love riding on top of the car? Yes indeed, and they sometimes still talk of it.
There would have been no underwater pictures without Glen in their life. They would never have known how they looked in a watery world.
It was a family tradition for Glen to pack up the kids early on a Saturday morning in late December after a snowstorm up north. They would load the pickup with snow and head home to engage in a traveling snowball fight. Friends and neighbors learned that it was dangerous to open their door on a December Saturday.
Glen's philosophy has always been "the more the merrier." This van is packed with the family plus some Ostler cousins. I think that's Brittany standing outside looking in. We were on our way to Disneyland, the happiest place on earth.
Glen always thought that a family activity was the best kind of activity. This may have been the only time all the bikes had tires with air. It was a very delightful evening.
Glen has also provided the "fun" for many ward activities. He and the kids were always filling an ice chest full of water balloons for the water balloon launcher. He was also the kind of dad who took kids and their friends teepeeing. When visiting Utah in July, a trip to Wyoming for fireworks was usually a given. Most of my children's fondest memories were orchestrated by their father. That's my Glen!
Even when he has to share his snow cone.
Especially when they "heart" him.
Even when they blow out his birthday candles.
Even when they teepee his bed. 
Even when the field trip chaperone is expected to get wet, too.
Even when he drives an older station wagon instead of a flashy sports car.
But mostly because they jump for joy because he's right in the middle of the fun.
On Grandma Baker's Love seat, early 1975