Not Too Shabby

I love days like today. This morning, Emily, my mom, and I got up early so we could watch the Spudman athletes. (for any who may not know, the Spudman is Burley's triathlon...pretty much what we are known for) The bikers come right past my neighborhood and the runners go right past my aunt's house, so we watched some of both. They are pretty hardcore. Also, remember yesterday when I said I wanted to run it next year? Yeah, after watching how exhausted those poor people looked; I may have changed my mind. After being great cheerleaders, we went to my best friend Heather's bridal shower. Weird that Heather had a bridal shower? Yes. A very good and exciting thing at the same time? Definitely. I am so happy for that kid. Also I like her, so I stole her from her family (that she had only been with for a few hours since she got home from DC) and made her come play with me all day. I hope the Carlquists don't hate me now. I also hope that they don't mind that I want to spend just as much time with her as they do this week. We came to my house with the intention of going boating for the afternoon. Unfortunately, the weather wasn't as awesome as it was supposed to be, and my dad got called in to do a surgery that lasted way too long. So we hung around and roasted indoor s'mores and talked about growing up for a while. (it wasn't boating, but it wasn't too terrible) Eventually the weather cleared up and my dad got home. We got a couple hours of boating in before the sun went down. That was pretty great. I am telling you, it never gets old for me. Also, I had a scary realization the other day: What if when I get married and have my own life, we don't live near a body of water? Or what if my husband doesn't like boating? Or what if we can't afford our own boat? Or what if my husband isn't a good boat driver. These things will just not work for me. Boating is happiness to me, and wakeboarding is one of the few things that I consider a slight talent of mine. I can't do cool tricks, but I can get up and be pretty steady on the thing. I feel like that makes it worthy of being called a talent. Also, I don't want to brag or anything, but my dad is THE best boat driver. Besides being good at the actual driving part (which is trickier than one might think) he is so patient and encouraging and helpful when people are trying new things. And he is very selfless with the whole thing. I don't know when the last time was that that guy actually got to waterski. I feel terrible about that a lot, and wish that I was more comfortable driving the boat so that I could pull him. He is very good at acting like it doesn't bother him though. He just makes sure everyone else in the boat is happy, and that seems to make him happy. He's great. Back to the previous problem: What if my husband isn't like that? I grew up boating and it's kind of my favorite thing in the world. I can't just let it go. I could go on and on about my fear of getting married someday and everything that I've ever known changing. I won't though because A) it's not actually a legitimate concern for me right now and B) it's bedtime. Probably I don't need to lose sleep over that just yet.

P.S. I have lots of pictures of our best friend adventures today, but I'm too tired to deal with putting all of them on here right now. Probably they will be on Facebook soon enough.