Things aren't always this insane, and we don't always handle them as well as we all did this morning. (It was so strange--despite the craziness, everyone stayed pretty darn happy.) I just feel so blessed. Despite the fact that I'm sitting here, unshowered, eating kippered snacks out of the can for breakfast, missing the renewing of my baptismal covenants and the spiritual refreshing and strengthening that comes from participating in my meetings, and knowing that there are still a number of ox-in-the-mire tasks that must be done in the next hour, a spirit of calm rests in my heart, and my blessings stack up to the sky. Our family is led by a man who works hard. Who continually stretches and strives to better himself, and improve our family's situation. Who loves us with all of his heart, and flowers, and furry and feathered things, and trees and mountains and forest air and the stars. Who has grown in love and knowledge of the Lord, in dedicated service to Him.
|Vern and Scott Jurek, one of his ultra-runner heroes.|
|Snapped halfway through his 50K near the top of a hill called Chin Scraper.|
|Planting my birthday tree the day after my birthday this year.|
|With his good friend, Dough Fluckiger (local artist and photographer).|
|Holding HJ, at just a few days old.|
|On top of the world, in the Selkirks.|
Thank you, Vern, for everything.