I know I’m not the most frequent blogger, but I feel like I’ve been especially negligent in the month of March. I have found that I am finding time to train for my Ironman, but struggling to find the time for laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning my house and writing some meaningful blogs. Now, this doesn’t mean March has been a dull month; in fact it has been quite the opposite. Lately, there just aren’t enough hours in the day.
Some big family news (big news that I should have blogged about much earlier) spread throughout family, friends, and Facebook this past month. Mr. Jake Watts made his college decision. DePauw University was in the hunt, but I am very proud to say my brother will be attending the one and only, West Point Military Academy next fall. And in case that isn’t impressive enough, he also signed a D1 commit card to play football. He already knows it, but what a stud! I know I don’t tell him enough, but I am one proud sister. Congrats bookey- Go Army, Beat Navy!
Lately, Indiana has been such a tease. I feel like March has almost been more arduous for training because one day it’s a gorgeous 65 degrees with sunshine and literally the next day it is 30 degrees with snow flurries. Frustrating. But, this last Saturday was one of the sunny days in March, sunny in more ways than one. After a great training session and then blueberry pancakes at Keith’s house, I leaned against Sug and watched the gallons roll from 6… to 7… to 8 through the purple fade of my sunglasses as I got ready to head to Indy. My zoning out session was interrupted by a phone call from mom Watts. I knew my mom was expecting an earlier phone call from me, so I answered with an apologetic “hello.” Mom accepted my apology for not calling and said… “Well, I guess I should say Happy Birthday.” I got excited because I knew my dad was shopping for his birthday gift (a new road bike) and he was going to go pick it out. I said something along the lines of “Oh, dad got his bike!!! Exciting! What kind??” This is where the conversation got a little confusing. My mom was trying to get through to me that they had actually gotten me an early birthday present. The light bulb finally clicked and I thought to myself that I might have scored a new bike jersey and honestly I thought I might get those compression socks I had talked about. “Well, you will need to go to Performance Bike to pick up your new bike next week.”
Speechless. Absolutely, speechless. I actually started crying and may have done a little dance in the Kroger parking lot. Finally, I was able muster out a “thank-you.”
I actually felt guilty saying “thank-you” because those two words seemed so incredibly unworthy for the gift I just received. I couldn’t express my emotions or my level of gratitude through my cell phone like I wanted, so I felt bad for saying “thank-you” because those two words didn’t even come close to communicating what I felt. But, no words will be able to appropriately carry my appreciation and gratefulness, so I will stick with those two little words. I am counting on two little words to convey a whole lot of feeling. Thank you mom and dad, thank you.
