Callie's 2020 Cross Country Season


New, last year to the middle school, was Cross Country. Graham had no interest, so I forgot they offered it. However, when the same family who had reached out to Grayson reached out to Callie, she was in! 

I think I mentioned it before—but I'll say it, again—the two of them sort-of ended up in the same friend group. They'd go to Kneaders after practice or to get a snow cone later in the day. "Come on, Callie, it's time to go," Grayson would say.

Her running buddy was Gloria. Callie showed natural stamina when it came to running. Callie doesn't mind hard work; she doesn't mind getting up early or doing something unfamiliar. Callie is just an all-around great gal.
 
Most of her races were at the Uintah Basin, which is two hours away, so they went by bus. I only got to go to one of her races and a fun-run. Thanks to a thoughtful mother, I got photos—I didn't even ask her. I appreciated it because Callie's first race fell on our anniversary.

I love the way Callie's ponytail flipped. Mallerie always ran with braids, so her hair didn't flip.




Ironically, a lot of the girls she became friends with are in Graham's friend group. He is not quite as generous with sharing as Grayson is with sharing his friends, but Callie and Graham have gone to a few things together also. On black days she eats lunch with two of Graham's besties.


I think knowing that he had friends at the race made Graham more willing to volunteer with me. He was great at keeping the water table stocked.

Callie made the paper too! Not for running, but in an article about cross-walk safety. Through the grainy picture, we could tell it was Callie by her bike and backpack.
I am anxious to see where this girl goes, not only with running but with hard work and determination. The sky is the limit!


Grayson's 2020 Cross Country Season

I took over 100 pictures of his season, so I will have to choose a few favorites. They are the most fun to look at on my phone anyway. When I scroll through them fast, I can see him run again.  
I kept getting conflicting information on whether or not parents could spectate at the race. I finally decided that I wasn't supposed to go. Then the night before, Grayson said, "Are you coming to my race tomorrow?" With that, how could I not? It was on Saturday, August the 22nd, in Springville. I left around 7:30 am. Matt had a Zoom meeting with Elder Gong—it was for all Bishops or something. The bottom line, he didn't join me. 

Grayson's first race! I had yet to see him run, and I was nervous for him. When the gun went off, in the throngs of runners, I could see Grayson's head bobbing up and down in his usual fashion. I was emotional for him. "He's doing it!" I thought. I was so proud of him for sticking with something difficult—early morning practices all summer long were no joke!

I felt pretty much the same way the rest of the season, but there wasn't anything like that first race. We got to go to five races total. The last one was where it all began, at Springville for Region, October the 2nd.

I never participated in a sport, so I wondered if it helped or hindered to have us there. However, Grayson would always assure us, "Thanks for coming. It helped a lot." When Matt would yell, "Dig deep, Grayson!" It was just what he needed to hear. Every. Time.

Enjoy the season in pictures. 






It made me happy to see him eating a loaf of homemade zucchini bread. I made 18 mini loaves and stuck them in the freezer. He's one to need a snack, or he gets hangry. Every day that he would show up to practice, he would have to sit in the truck for a minute to have a snack and prepare mentally. He was always in the worst mood at that time of day. He had to talk himself out of it. He needed his alone space. There was a kid who would sidle up to him and run with him the whole time. Grayson would try and ditch him by saying, "I'm going to walk for a while." The kid would walk too. 

You win some, and you lose some—well, in this case, you don't. 
He even made the paper!

He'll never shake us!

Gray's Homecoming—Sept. 12, 2020

 Here is what I missed: 

Cuteness.

The school had to be clever and change things up for the Homecoming dance. It was held on the football field with each group staying in their designated quadrant. I would have liked to have seen that. 
The photographer is a friend of mine. She did a great job!
Grayson sure enjoyed his group. They dined in the neighbor's backyard.

I made wrist corsages for the twins. Corbin's date's corsage sort of fell apart I guess. Gulp. Good thing she had a pretty bracelet on.
Sending a son off is sure different than sending off a daughter.  No make-up and hair help, and no dress to fuss over. Got that? No dress to fuss over.

Heel kick.