I'm Gonna Be Ready This Ti-i-i-ime

On Saturday, Aaron played in our stake volleyball tournament. I was at the church for Reese's primary program rehearsal (the program was sunday and she shocked us all and actually said her lines into the microphone...we were expecting her to cry and refuse to even sit on the stand with her class, but she did great!). After the rehearsal we watched Aaron play a few sets.

It was fun watching him play, and it reminded me of the very first time I went out with my roommates when I went to college. We went to a nearby park and watched a group of guys from the apartment across the street play volleyball. A few of my roommates joined in. I sat on a blanket on the grass and pretended to read a book. It's not really like me to play shy...yeah, ok it's NOTHING like me to play shy, but the fact is that I can't play volleyball. It's not in the cards for me. I can pretty much fake most other sports, with the exceptions of volleyball and football. So rather than totally expose myself as the non-athletic freshman with the tomato-red arms after making contact with the ball only once.... I sat on the grass to cheer on my roommates and check out my prospective suitors.

And there he was.

Chuck was at least a head shorter than the other guys on his team... and even shorter than some of my super tall roommates (that means you, Leisha...you supermodel!)

But it wasn't his height that made him stick out...it was his smile.

and the way he stuck out his arm pointed at people with one finger when he laughed at their jokes. (who does that?)

and the fact that he was mellow...not so much a teller of stories, but a laugher at the stories others would tell. I'm totally aware of my need for people who make me feel funnier than I actually am. (another reason to love Wendy, and HolleeAnn...both are laugh out loud at your jokes kind of people).

and his "mom" style Subaru Outback that he thought was "sporty" because he didn't have to
take apart his fly rods to fit them in the trunk.

and the fact that the following Monday, when he was in charge of the spiritual thought for our FHE group, he gave a chastity lesson. (that was probably for you, Kurt! j/k...I think you guys were the only couple who actually did follow the curfew).

and his sister, (also a supermodel) who introduced herself to me when she came over to his apartment that night with a Papa Johns Pizza in hand, and funny stories to tell....that's my kind of girl.

He was great.

and somehow I tricked him into picking ME.



Our ward made it to the semi-finals before they were defeated by the winning team. Aaron said he had a lot of fun. I think he started missing his "glory days" of intramural sports at BYU with his brothers (I guess the fantasy football teams just don't suffice). I didn't realize how much I missed hanging around and watching him play. What I don't miss is standing outside in the flippin' FREEZING snow watching him play football on the packed snow, or caring for his nasty infected broken toenail (a result of playing football on ice), hearing about his hurt back from playing roller hockey, or hearing an embarrassing play-by-play from a roommate about Aaron almost getting into a fight at a basketball game (good thing I wasn't at THAT game), or the really ugly, too-small, t-shirt he got for winning the intramural championship...that he wore all the time-even with the cheese stain on it-just to spite me.

But I DO miss how happy it made him, and I think he missed it too.