Party Hardy: Cy Turns 12

Xtreme air sports

American Ninja Warrior course

Toe touch :)

We pretty much had the place to ourselves :) :)

Super Dawg

Home for pizza and presents and a quick game of soccer in the backyard

Cy loves clothes almost as much as he loves basketball... and that's no joke.

To the church gym for b-ball contests with just one rule—you can only win once.

P I G contest

Cy wins P I G

Pfffffff ;)

Al wins 3-pt contest

Free throws out of 5 contest

Cy could barely contain himself. Here he's doing some kind of Tigger spin move. He did the "robot" between shots. I just wish he felt free to be himself ... ;)

Cameron wins Free Throws

Half-court shot contest

Will wins half-court shot

Teams: Skins vs. Shirts

Al was the first sub. That boy knows how to talk some trash :) ...

... and get jiggy wit it.

In four short years these knuckleheads will be driving, asking girls to Homecoming, and preparing to serve missions all over the world. 
And they'll still be knuckleheads (in the best way ;)

Happy Birthday, Cy!

What I've Learned About Healing from Loss

One day as I knelt at Elle's headstone and sobbed and told her I loved her too much, I thought I heard her say, "Be brave and strong, Mom."

In life, I think it's pretty easy to get discouraged. Even when we know better. Even when we understand tomorrow's another day. Even when we have an eternal perspective. What I've learned is that discouragement is generally a lack of courage. Thus, the root word. I'd never made the connection before. You probably have. That's just rude, haha

To me, healing from loss has a whole lot to do with two things: courage and trust. Courage to accept the rest of your life without her/him, courage to face the substantial grief and void, courage to rebuild a life that you now understand is so vulnerable....

And for me, courage finds its foundation in trust. Trust in God's plan. Trust that through Him we can do all things. Trust in the Resurrection, and trust in the never ending happiness promised in Mosiah 2:41. 

Elder Jeffrey R. Holland said, “Believe in miracles. Hope is never lost. If those miracles do not come soon or fully or seemingly at all, remember the Savior’s own anguished example: If the bitter cup does not pass, drink it and be strong, trusting in happier days ahead.”

I caught part of an ESPN special involving a 3-year-old girl with leukemia. The night of her diagnosis, the dad asked his little girl, "What do you think about all this?" She said, "Just trust, Dad."

Just Trust. 

Cy Haps

Warming up at the LV tournament, Coach sent this text home:  "A young boy named Landon was at the gym.... He had a scar on top of his head ear-to-ear showing a surgery he had. Our boys became friends with him and his older brother. We played a quick game with them, and I was so proud of our team. They were so kind, giving fives and feeding him the ball. It was the best part of this trip and something our boys will remember...."

Downtime

Guest player at Park City soccer tournament, 2nd place.

Alpine Days 4-on-4 soccer tournament. After their bracket play, the boys challenged the 16-yr-olds, because they were pretty sure they were that good. Ha! It morphed into some kind of rugby soccer. The teenagers picked up the boys and carried them as they dribbled downfield, our boys caught throw-ins with their hands, dog-piled in front of the goal....

End-of-season rugby swim party for the "Cheagles," bahahahaha

This little dog couldn't stop licking Rob's legs...

Four-friend Salute as we pulled up to Cy's friend's house to play

May the odds be ever in your favor

Sleeping Sideways

Rob cannot imagine anything more comfortable than sleeping sideways across our bed.

He naps sideways

When I'm gone overnight (like at girls' camp), he sleeps sideways

When he's out of town, he sleeps sideways

When I come to bed late, he sleeps sideways until I move him so I can get into bed.

So...

I moved the bedding. 

I thought he'd be elated.

Not so. 

"What have you done?" 

And then he spent the next few days trying to convince me that sleeping sideways just doesn't make sense. 




He said it; not me. Mwahhahahahaha....