My Big Brother

I have the best big brother in the whole world. We have been as close as you can imagine since day one. When my parents brought me home from the hospital he wanted "his baby" in his room so he could watch her. Sometimes we fight with as much energy as we love each other, but we always know that we are there for each other.

I am so grateful that Ben is a worthy priesthood holder and honors his calling. He has such a huge heart (good thing because he is a big boy) and is always willing to help anyone. The little old ladies always loved him growing up. I love to see how much he loves his wife and adorable little girls. But most of all I love how much he loves me. I love how protective he has always been of me, I love that he will drive 30 minutes away at 10 at night to give me a hug when I'm sad, that he will get a little choked up (he's a big teddy bear) trying to make me feel better.

Ben you're the best and I'm the luckiest sister in the whole world.

Ben made me wear this shirt to go to the BSU game with him, Yuck! :)

Bike'n it!

So I went mountain biking last weekend and am happy to report I walked away with out any broken bones, huge gashes in my arms and legs, or losing my lunch (nobody really needs to know more details on that). My mom is probably the happiest about this news. She does not appreciate my battle wounds like I do. As much as I like downhill biking you would think I could handle the Boise foothills, but we do not get along very well and I had yet to finish a ride with out incident. I did however, leave the keys to my car at the top of the foothills in Brandon's car, oops. After a few calls and some truck shuttling it all worked out.