old Senior turns 18 next Sunday.
Next Sunday.
He will officially be an adult, legal, he can vote,
he can move out if he wants to grown up not a kid
anymore kinda person.
My baby is turning 18. Eighteen.
Eight-freaking-teen!
HOW did that happen?
In his honor I wanted to celebrate the BIG DAY
with 18 memories in 9 days.
So, two a day if I've done my math right.
And believe me...that's asking a lot of this
very NON mathematical person. (I even had to
spell check "mathematical"...seriously how
lame am I?)
#1. When Josh was near Puddy's age (8 ish) he
played on a Jr Jazz team. One day they walked into
the local Lions Club to meet their match for the
day.
It JUST HAPPENED to be an ALL GIRLS team. But not
just any ALL GIRLS. Two of the girls happened to be
daughters of none other than Jeff Hornecek and John
Stockton (think "Utah Jazz" & "Karl Malone Years")
Yup, and the COACH of the girls was none other than
Jeff Hornecek.
Jeff Hornecek. Seriously, how cool is that?
Well, long story short, those girls WHUPPED our boys
good. And how!
I think everyone in attendance was a little star struck
and trying hard to look like we were NOT looking at
the superstar dad coach.
We were. Looking. A lot.
Which in the end did not bode well
for our team, and scoring, and overall game play.
After the game ended, the usual cheer was said for
the other team and Josh and his friend Davey Doane
were so mad that they were beat (and beat BAD by a
"buncha girls!") they refused to go over and shake
Jeff's hand. (Who was gracious enough to shake a lot
of kids, AND parents, hands that day.
#2. Watching Josh baptize Olivia in June. It was
sweet and an honor to have him use his priesthood
that way for the very first time on his little sister.
It is a memory that hopefully he, and Little O will
always treasure.
The imagine of them standing together in the baptismal
font will forever be imprinted on my mind.
It is a lovely image.
Stay tuned for 3 & 4 tomorrow.
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