The This: BYU finally gave Jared a formal offer to come and teach in their Ethics department at the Marriott School of Management. We knew it was coming because of all the phone conversations and emails that had occurred, so we'd already been reflective and prayerful as to what we felt was right to do for our family. It was not an easy choice knowing that we could take the opportunity to live closer to all of our family members, ski when we wanted, attend BYU classes for free (me), be at the university where we suspect at least some if not all the boys will end up, finally have grandparents at piano and string recitals, birthday's and non-major holidays, but in the end it was clear that we were to stay here at UVA and continue with our life in Charlottesville. So Jared declined the offer with BYU yesterday which turned out to be a great experience and they are now hatching a plan to have him out for a summer or semester of teaching at some point. So for now life will continue on as we've expected and we'll wait to see what lies ahead.
Now for the that:
Those of you who know Jared would likely agree with me that this man is a talker. He is known for going over in sacrament meetings when he is assigned to talk, he can start up a conversation with just about anyone, anywhere, and get him with his brothers and they just might spend the entire night into the morning in conversation. I on the other hand am not a talker or at least not to that degree. So when after a long Sunday that included church and a piano recital which required the boys to sit still for over 6 hours, Jared and I needed to have some quiet alone time. So instead of making the kids get out of the car a mile before our house, which we were very tempted to do so that all the energy that was bouncing off the inside of the van could be released, we pulled into the garage, told them they had to hang up their church clothes nicely, eat something or not (we'd already had an early dinner), play anything but computer or Wii, and we'll see them in an hour. With walking shoes on, we were out the door with a very excited Ruby, who likes nothing more than to be told we are going on a walk. Then the talking, oh the talking, the talking, the talking began. We walked to the entrance of our neighborhood and then out, passing the misting Blue Ridge mountains from the rain in the day and the evening light was just spectacular. And as I'm taking in all the views that surround me I'm giving a pretty regular, "uh-huh", "yea" "right" and every now and again I get in a complete sentence. But this man's faucet had been turned on and when we got home I asked if he realized that he talked without stopping for 95% of our walk. He laughed and said that he did but he was just so giddy to have my undivided attention that he couldn't stop himself. That comment stopped me dead in my tracks as I never expected that sort of response and suddenly I was filled with so much love for this man who gets giddy when he gets to talk to me when I'm not involved in 10 other things. I have always known I'm the lucky one here, but I was reminded of it again on this night. I love you Jared.