Memories and fun

I just thought I'd share a little about the week so far. The other day I made a pizza and we were able to go play some basketball. A funny thing happened...it felt like deja vu. As I stood making the pizza I remembered the times my sisters and I would would put the toppings on and enjoy our masterpieces when they came out of the oven. Then later that night as I stood practicing my foul shots and layups my mind kept wandering back to all the time spent in the gym at our old ward building. I somehow felt incomplete not having my mom rebounding, my dad and sisters shooting around me (and knocking my ball out of the bucket...don't worry though Steve did that) :). I remember shooting hundreds of foul shots and the times Paw pa and Geri came to help me.
All the time, all the traveling, all the sacrifice.

I felt sad. So much of my time was spent on a court, but most importantly it was who I was on the court with. I could almost see you all there and wished you were.

We took another walk to the park today... here is my little beauty.