This weekend a group of us headed down to Sabinal, TX to eat BBQ, play dominoes, lay out by the pool and to wrestle giant, nasty, mud-covered hogs into burlap sacks to try to win belt buckles. It is as weird and wonderful as it sounds. Since being pregnant automatically disqualifies you from participating, I was happy to sit on the sidelines taking pictures and cheering on the contenders.
Before we get into the pictures, of which there will be two parts with tomorrow’s segment featuring the overall champion wrestlers, a note needs to be made.
The greatest picture of hog wrestling was not taken.
It was a picture of me.
I’m not sure exactly what my face did the first time I watched a hog be wrestled and make that horrific snort/scream/screech sound three feet away from me but I was completely caught of guard with pity/surprise/terror and my face contorted in ways I’d never felt before.
The picture of me watching that would have been priceless. But I’m glad it doesn’t exist.
The Ultimate Hog Wrestling DJ/MC
This is what you look like after wrestling.
Apparently hogs jump.
Team Brad and Cory
In their grasps
In the sack, over the line
Team Evan and Chris
Evan in pursuit.
Evan wrestling the hog down. Yes, I was proud.
Bagging gone wrong.
Recaught, rebagging. Chris is warrior.
Bagging gone right. They are so red.
Team Luke and Wes. On the prowl. I missed the catch due to that camera.
Forgot the backside.
There is something so special about the time spent in bed on lazy mornings. Snuggling in the covers, welcoming the new day’s sunlight through the window while simultaneously ignoring all the obligations and activities the new day brings. It’s capturing the day’s essence, with new beauties and mercies and possibilities but not yet muddling it with to-do lists and plans. I think lazy mornings become even more precious with kids. You only have them for 6570 mornings, and clearly they can’t all be lazy and they can’t all be spent together. You get even fewer with your nephews, so I soaked mine up while I was in Arizona.
Oh sweet little Colin, how I adored your bedtime stories and goodnight kisses. You were such a lovely host.
This weekend Evan and I had the honor of celebrating the engagement of Wes and Sheridan with friends and family in San Antonio. They have fast become some of our dearest friends and we couldn’t have been happier to share in their joy. Even though we had to be late to the party there was more than enough excitement, love and celebration to last well into the weekend. The initial excited hugs alone made the entire trip worth it.
I think Wes’s mom summed up the sentiments well in writing “soooooo happy this morning…tears of pure joy…I don’t think my life could be any better right now!!” Their relationship is such an encouragement that it truly blesses those who know them well, making their own lives richer. Thanks Wes and Sheridan for making our lives better, and for introducing us to nanny’s breakfast. Yum!
He likes her.
I love those boys! And they love our baby!
The Murphy family
The bling. He done good.
The engagement date 3/5/2011
Remember when the weather was hot and breezy and the days were spent playing 42, eating Mighty Cone and listening to Trombone Shorty?
This picture reminded me today.
Isn’t life grand?