I know can you believe it!  I went Fishing and LOVED it!

A little while ago Jas kept mentioning that he really wanted to go fishing.  I kept telling him that we should go, which didn’t really do any good since we didn’t own any poles.

Being the cute girl friend that I am, I set out on a quest to get us some fishing poles.  I went to a couple different sporting stores in order to gather some information on all the key items that we needed in order to have fun fishing day.  After some price comparing, and info gathering, it was time to make the purchase!

(note:  This was a big deal because I did all the research on my own, and my knowledge of this sport was zelch.)

Once I had purchased all the goods, I put together a cute little “fishing kit” and attached a little note to the end of the pole (which was hanging from some Fishing string) that said:  Sweetie, thanks for being such a great CATCH!

So cute right! 🙂

The best part is that I didn’t leave it for him at his house, or in his car, I delivered it to his office and one of the guys he works with delivered to him at his desk.  Sometimes you’ve just gotta bust out a special delivery to your man.

Yep, I caught that!

(with the help of Jason’s grandpa and dad).

Look how happy Jason’s grandpa is in the back.  That’s my favorite part!  It took me over 3 hours to catch this thing and he was helping me the whole time.  They were just as excited as I was!

Jas heading down to the lake.

Jason’s grandpa filleting the fish.  We really did eat them!

Thanks to Charlotte for cooking them for us!

Its been a few weeks, but Jas and I ran the Springville Art City Days 5K race. Yahoo!

This was our first 5k of the summer and did my finish time sure show it! Eeek! We hadn’t really be running at all so we decided to use this race and our times to help remind us why we should lace up our running shoes more often.

The race was a good one, pretty flat for the first bit, however after passing mile 1, we were all greeted with a pretty steep hill! Holy cow, that is not what you want to see when you haven’t been running for a while. After mile marker 2 it was back to flat and even ground and boy was I excited for that.

During my last mile I had a little moment that caused me to get huge crocodile tears in my eyes. Do you ever have moments like that during a race?

There was a brother and sister that were running in front of me. The brother was clearly older, maybe 14 or 15 and his littler sister was probably 8 or 9. She was tired and ready to give up on the race but her brother really didn’t want her to. He kept trying to cheer her on saying: “you can do it!” “we’re almost there” “just a mile to go” and “just think of how you’ll feel crossing the finish line knowing you made it!”

She just simply couldn’t go on and had to stop. Instead of him just leaving her there and continuing on the race without her he got in front of her, knelt down and said, “jump on! I’ll give you a piggy-back ride until you can run again!”

I’m not going to lie and this point I was kind of jealous and was wanting a big brother to give me a piggy-back ride too!

While watching them run the last mile came the tender thought came to mind that we all have a big brother who is willing to carry us. When the race of life becomes too much, when we just can’t go on any longer, our Savior is there cheering us on. He is ready, willing, and the only one who can kneel down and put us on his back until we are ready to run again.

I am so grateful for tender moments like this and just had to share.

Thanks for 5 days of rain, humidity, bad hair, and no cell phone service!

PS: I hope I don’t see you again soon.