I fell...

down the stairs of the BYU library, rolled my ankle, and teared up a little. I thought that was stuff you watched, not actually experienced yourself...There was a nice girl who helped me up. I waited until I waddled into the periodicals before I started to tear up though. I'm sure everyone thought I was pretty tough... it was a sicker fall.

P.S. Does anyone else feel a little traumatized when stuff like this happens. Like, it doesn't hurt to an unbearable degree, just the experience of possibly jacking your body freaks you out a little? Anyone?

"You are great!"

I watched this on Daniel Mooney's blog and I am obsessed with it. Watch all of it, you will be glad you did.

Don't worry, good things are happening in the world...

Okay, I feel the need to offset the BYU soccer video with something really wonderful. I watched this video with no sound in a computer lab on campus, and it made me really happy. This is a video of my nephew Luke I stole from my sister Kim's blog.

Keepin' spastic, just the way we like it...

What the...

Shane just showed me this



Punchable beast.

Pure Joy...

Tommy

The other night I witnessed one of the most beautiful moments I have ever seen in my life.

I went to my brother Tommy's football game. He is the starting running back for his freshman team. He is good, really good, and I'm not just saying that because he is my brother and I think he totally rocks.

The coaches in the past had not let him play much, or enough for him to work his magic, but this changed the moment they let him on the field that night. As he scored the first touch down of the game, he seemed to never stop. Every time the ball reached his hands beauty was emitted from him. The coaches at one point even threw him in as linebacker for a kid who was having an "off night."

Tommy had an exciting and, I'm sure, encouraging night-- but I have to say there is nothing more beautiful than when that kid came off the field with his friends, siblings, cousins, and parents waiting for him. His smile had never been so brilliant and his eyes had never beamed the way they did right then. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I just stared at him in his glorious moment--I could tasted it just by looking at him. When he caught me captivated by his joy-- to avoid pulling him out of his earthly heaven, I came up with the genius question, "did it hurt when he tackled you?"-- Yes, I am well versed in the language of football. A cute little cheerleader girl even came up to him with her friend and said, "Tommy, my friend wants to meet you,"... yeah, I think the kid had a good night.

Later, I over heard him say to my dad, with joy spilling onto every word, "See, I said all they had to do was give me a chance..." I love him for that. I love him for believing in himself and not giving up when it seemed too hard.

Seeing him in that captivating state can only inspire one to thank God for a perfect moment like that. It may seem strange to think that this moment was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, but when you see someone you love shine with joy in a way you have never seen before... amazing.

I hope I never forget it -- that brilliant smile, those beaming eyes, and his pure joy.

"Bright Star"

We were talking about John Keats today in my Brit. Lit. class and this trailer was shown. 

I want to see it!

"There is a holiness to the heart's affection..." This is going to be good.

Everything is different now

How did this happen?! (rhetorical)

Doesn't the world feel like it will never be the same again? 

 

I asked my mom if she heard that Patrick had died and she said she had. I then asked her if she was okay, because I sure as heck wasn't. I believe her exact words were "No, because he was faithful to his wife and he never left her. He got married when he was 19 and never left her..." 

Word.

Thank you Patrick Swayze for all you have contributed to this world... and for staying faithful to your wife.

Peace out.