I'm linking with Ruth Ayres, and her weekly link up. Read More about that here.
This week I'm celebrating fruit snacks. Yep. Fruit Snacks.
Not the teeny bags of sugar that you can buy at the store. These ridiculously large bags that allow you to wolf down 2 servings at a time. Like this:
Alright, so it's not really about the fruit snacks. It's more about the family.
I went on a long run this morning. Necessary if I'm going to complete a half marathon in October.
All the H's were working against me: heat, humidity, hunger, hydration, hormones. Man. This run was Hard! (With a capital h!) If you run, you may be familiar with the term "bonking." I bonked today, but I'm choosing to celebrate a completion of the miles. If you aren't familiar, I looked like this when I got done:
As I finished and started to walk home, I knew this wasn't going to go well. At this point, I'm about 1/2 a mile from home. I send a text to my husband:
"Walking home. Send fruit snacks ASAP. And chocolate milk."
I get one in return: "Gatorade too?"
Me: "No, but I'm closer now, so don't worry. I'll make it."
Husband: "Too late. A (our son) is already out the door."
At this point, I'm meeting Brutus the Baby Bulldog of the neighborhood who has rushed out to say hello. (Cute puppy alert!)
As I look up, I see my oldest son racing around the corner with the fruit snacks held high above his head as if he's waving a victory flag. He has a huge smile on his face.
When he reaches me, I fumble with the package and he takes them back from me, "Open them here mom. I'll help you." (Did I mention he's 9?)
As we walk home, he listens as I chatter about how hard it was, and how tired I am. He has just finished his first cross country camp, and it's been so fun to see him connect with his mom and dad about miles, hills, and snacks!
We are a family of runners. That's awesome.
But I'm really celebrating all the servant hood that is in this family. At our best, and at other times, we will stop and help each other with the big and the small.
What are you celebrating this week?
Joy!
Kendra
Kendra
Love this story. I can see your nine year old racing around the corner with fruit snacks to the rescue! It's great to serve each other in such fun ways!
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