(August 2022)
From Chase:
There aren’t very many things that don’t ever change. One thing that I thought would never change is your firm stance on dogs. While most of the begging came from Taylor, I’m sure we all pestered you about it constantly. I don’t think the other two ever gave up hope, but after a few generations of pet rats (which were still cool, by the way), I figured that it’d never happen. I wasn’t there for any of the discussion about whether or not to get Lucy in the first place, but I know for sure that if I were you, I’d be thinking primarily about how the responsibility would be distributed. While the new dog would be a Krehbiel, it would mostly be your dog. Who would feed it? You. Who would potty train it? You. I think I could count on one hand the number of walks I’ve taken Lucy on, while it’d take me hours to count up to the number that you have. To our credit, we did sometimes pick up the crap that managed to make it outside. I’d bet that you knew that the new dog would be our buddy and your responsibility before even getting her, but you still gave it the OK. All of this to say that you are always making sacrifices of your time and wants for us. Every piece of of food that magically appears in the fridge, every basketball practice we couldn’t drive to, every lunch packed, every shirt washed and folded, and every other thing that I don’t even notice is a sacrifice that you make for all of us every single day. I know that I can’t even comprehend the love that you’d have to have for somebody to do that for them, and for twenty years, at that. It kind of scares the crap out of me that the bar is so high as far as parenting goes because I seriously doubt I can do it half as well as you do. You are far and away the most selfless person I know. Obviously it doesn’t come easy to you, but try to think about yourself a little bit, at least on your birthday. I love you so much mom!
From Taylor:
Mom had always watched the real housewives of Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t until 2017 when she decided I was finally old enough to watch grown women get drunk and fight about nonsense with her- which I’m sure took some convincing. It turned out to be a mistake, or at least that’s what dad would think, as my new dream became to grow up to be like Erika Jayne and wait for my rich old husband to croak (which unfortunately didn’t work out too well for her). Every Thursday I would look forward to coming home from school to watch my favorite ladies with mom, who was already home since she was unemployed. I loved the time that I got her to myself, as housewife time is uninterrupted time, much like how dad hates being talked to when sweaty men are playing with balls for money. I would cuddle up to mom and we’d get to enjoy 60 minutes of the most amazing kind of TV: reality.
Although it started with us just watching Beverly Hills every week, as our love for the petty fights and extravagant living grew, more franchises had to be added. From Dallas to Salt Lake and eventually the summer of binging 6 seasons of Potomac our love for the ladies grew. With the new obsession we added New Jersey, Atlanta, Miami, Dubai, Watch What Happens Live, and the Girls’ Trip seasons.
While that may all sound like a large waste of time, I’ve always looked forward to watching the shows cuddling with my mom and later on Miley too. And although Erika may have passed mom as my #1 role model, she did marry someone who makes enough money to send us to Bravo Con next year for mom’s birthday.
From Pierce:
