The season has begun. Flag football. Carter started his practices tonight. It is pretty cute to see 6 year olds out there trying to learn the game. Before we went to practice Carter asked, "so how do you play anyway?" Hmmmm, I didn't think about teaching him the game before. I went over a few basic things and I don't think it really made sense, but I just told him that his coach will tell him and that is what practice is for. He said that practice was "great." I was glad to hear it. He even scored a touchdown.
We shall see how it goes on Saturday for the first game. This will be Brayden's second season with the same team, so it should be fun. Crazy fun that is. Going to two games on Saturday should be loads of fun with a 2 year old. I think Taft and I will have to trade off for sure.
So let the fun begin!
(except for the case of having to take 4 children to practices every week, oh well, I will survive.)
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Lost...And Never To Be Found
It happened to me. I didn't ever want it to happen, but it did. I lost my wedding ring. Gone. Forever. Sigh.
We were having a wonderful, fun time with my family at Bear Lake. The Bro-in-Laws, my sisters, and my neice Chelsea, and my nephew Josh were playing keep away in the Lake and they persuaded me to come and play. I finally gave in because I am the stick in the mud too often. And it looked fun! It was fun! But only after playing for a few measly minutes, something felt wrong on my left hand ring finger...my ring was gone! Taft and the others immediately started to dive down under the water to look for my ring, but after tons of time and them literally freezing it was time to give up.
We were hoping it would be one of the stories of a prayer being answered just the way we wanted it too. But nope. Not this time. I am heart broken. I am sad. I am a bit depressed. I got that beautiful shiny ring 12 years ago. The circle of love that never ends. I feel like I let Taft down by losing it. He looked at around 100 rings to find the perfect one for me. He wanted it to be just right. And it was exactly what I wanted 12 years ago. Now I don't have it. I feel like a little part of me was lost too.
We were having a wonderful, fun time with my family at Bear Lake. The Bro-in-Laws, my sisters, and my neice Chelsea, and my nephew Josh were playing keep away in the Lake and they persuaded me to come and play. I finally gave in because I am the stick in the mud too often. And it looked fun! It was fun! But only after playing for a few measly minutes, something felt wrong on my left hand ring finger...my ring was gone! Taft and the others immediately started to dive down under the water to look for my ring, but after tons of time and them literally freezing it was time to give up.
We were hoping it would be one of the stories of a prayer being answered just the way we wanted it too. But nope. Not this time. I am heart broken. I am sad. I am a bit depressed. I got that beautiful shiny ring 12 years ago. The circle of love that never ends. I feel like I let Taft down by losing it. He looked at around 100 rings to find the perfect one for me. He wanted it to be just right. And it was exactly what I wanted 12 years ago. Now I don't have it. I feel like a little part of me was lost too.
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