Steve woke up first and went for a run. I slept.
I woke up and ran a couple miles before breakfast. Steve had prepared whole wheat buttermilk waffles for all of us. It's our favorite breakfast around here.
We made a family trip to Costco and spent a lot of money on delicious food that will hopefully last us a long long time.
Steve volunteered at Gifts of the Heart at the Stake Center, but was back in time for me to go on the team run along the C&O canal in DC.
The team run was a lot of fun and so beautiful. Running next to Alisha pushed me to run much faster than I usually do. We were supposed to run 5 miles, but somehow ended up running 6.5.
On the way home from DC, I enjoyed conversation with my teammates. One is the mother of seven and a new grandmother. I loved getting her perspective on raising children. She said that she didn't need to worry as much as she did. I needed to hear that. I'm a worrier, but I need to have more hope and faith in myself and my children.
In the evening, we took the kids out to eat. It was only mildly stressful, but mostly delicious and convenient. Our two kids are the boy and girl version of the same person. Both are so energetic, giggly, friendly to all, and inquisitive. They both must ask "why?" to EVERY statement.
Then it was bedtime.
Then it was us time. We listened to the BYU football game on the radio. What a disappointment. I get so emotional during these losing games. I'm nervous, sad, mad, and prayerful. Steve always has to remind me how little football matters. Why is it that the sports fanatic in our household is reminding me about how little sports matter? We had to stop listening in the middle of the third quarter.
I made freezer jam while the losing game went on without me. In middle school, I used to tell everyone that I wanted to be a hick in the country who made her own jam. I used to think that farmers and hicks were the same thing, but they are not. I meant farmer. Maybe some readers of this blog remember that about me. I'm not a farmer in the country, but I make jam and I like it. I have yet to try making cooked jam.
We stayed up late cleaning the house in preparation for the Sabbath. I love a clean house. I love my family. I love everything about life right now. Happy Sabbath.
I woke up and ran a couple miles before breakfast. Steve had prepared whole wheat buttermilk waffles for all of us. It's our favorite breakfast around here.
We made a family trip to Costco and spent a lot of money on delicious food that will hopefully last us a long long time.
Steve volunteered at Gifts of the Heart at the Stake Center, but was back in time for me to go on the team run along the C&O canal in DC.
The team run was a lot of fun and so beautiful. Running next to Alisha pushed me to run much faster than I usually do. We were supposed to run 5 miles, but somehow ended up running 6.5.
On the way home from DC, I enjoyed conversation with my teammates. One is the mother of seven and a new grandmother. I loved getting her perspective on raising children. She said that she didn't need to worry as much as she did. I needed to hear that. I'm a worrier, but I need to have more hope and faith in myself and my children.
In the evening, we took the kids out to eat. It was only mildly stressful, but mostly delicious and convenient. Our two kids are the boy and girl version of the same person. Both are so energetic, giggly, friendly to all, and inquisitive. They both must ask "why?" to EVERY statement.
Then it was bedtime.
Then it was us time. We listened to the BYU football game on the radio. What a disappointment. I get so emotional during these losing games. I'm nervous, sad, mad, and prayerful. Steve always has to remind me how little football matters. Why is it that the sports fanatic in our household is reminding me about how little sports matter? We had to stop listening in the middle of the third quarter.
I made freezer jam while the losing game went on without me. In middle school, I used to tell everyone that I wanted to be a hick in the country who made her own jam. I used to think that farmers and hicks were the same thing, but they are not. I meant farmer. Maybe some readers of this blog remember that about me. I'm not a farmer in the country, but I make jam and I like it. I have yet to try making cooked jam.
We stayed up late cleaning the house in preparation for the Sabbath. I love a clean house. I love my family. I love everything about life right now. Happy Sabbath.
