We just ended a busy and happy weekend full of fun and family. Cam and Jill arrived on Thursday night and Jill and I spent a lovely Friday morning catching up, in the pool, on the bike and on a run. I helped her drop her bike off at Sand Hollow and get registered and she helped me do a Costco run and every minute together was awesome. Friday evening we met at the park to shoot off Beck's rocket and enjoy a picnic together. Chelsea shared a tender story of the importance of clouds and storms to illuminate the sunshine. She shared how every year around Beck's angel day they can see very obviously, little miracles that they love to attribute to Beck. Many of the miracle are in the sky. My miracle was having three of my children there.
It wasn't a surprise the next morning when the sunrise was absolutely stunning and a cloud cover helped keep temperatures down for the triathletes. Thank you Beck! We watched Jill on the tracker and spent a good portion of the day tracking her down as she swam, biked and ran. It was really fun to be at the finish line and feel the incredible energy of the athletes. Jill ended up having to walk the 1/2 marathon because of a debilitating sideache, and i think she was a little disappointed, but all of us were marveling at what she had accomplished. Tony went mountain biking with Tyler, Kimball and Lane and learned that he still likes raquetball more and that Lane may end up being a professional mountain biker. He got his butt kicked.
That night we had a fun burger bar bbq and talked for hours while the kids played pickleball. Lane and Same finally connected and Kimball joined Max with his friends. None of us thought that was a good idea.
Things are still a little rough with Max. We told him last week that he cannot stay here if he is not actively working on quitting illegal substances. We asked how long he would need to find a place to live and how we could help him. He was terrified, stormed out of the room and slept with his door locked for days. We will need to revisit the boundary again this week. I dread it.
During the sacrament today I was thinking about Jill's triathalon. She killed it on the swim and the bike and then things got really hard on the run. In fact she couldn't run, she had to walk. She walked and crossed the finish line like everyone else. Tony and I are in the final leg of our parenting iron man and we can't run. It hurts too badly. But we can finish. We just need to slow it down.
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