church ball

For the past few weeks, we've spent Thursday nights cheering on our favorite baller.  This last week was their last game, and I brought along my new camera (although I will be the first to admit that I don't know what I'm doing with it.)  Auntie Cody came along to cheer on the Shuminator...  The season is over, but if he can help it, he will be playing all year round.

these last two were taken with only a few seconds to go...

Someone is a Jimmawannabe.

And this little boy wants to be JUST like his pops.  All throughout the game, he follows Daddy with his little pointer finger and says, "Yay!  Daddy!"  He knows he's not supposed to go on the court, but that doesn't keep him from lugging around a big bball.  He thinks he's pretty hot stuff.

Aaron remains busy, but I am constantly amazed at what a balanced person he is.  He somehow always knows what I need and never fails to prove to his family that we come first- no matter what.  At the end of a particularly trying week (doctor and dentist visits... sick kids... visitors... messy house, etc.) Aaron knows exactly how to pick up the pieces and make everything better.  He is the glue that keeps our family together.

Last night (Friday) we snuck away from the kids and went to see a movie.  We were late getting seats because the popcorn line was too long (and you can't see a movie without it.)  We walked into a dark theatre and I didn't see a step down and almost fell.  He caught me and before we could even catch our breath I missed a stair going up.  We were giggling hard when we finally sat down.  I whispered to him, "Are you embarrassed of me?"  He smiled and said, "Of course not.  I'm totally used to it by now..."  and then he added, "you've had much better falls over the years.. that was weak sauce."

I love him and I always will.