BASEBALL GAMES + BACHELORETTE PARTY + LEHI ROUNDUP

I've been telling Jake that he needs to find some sort of baseball league that he can play in for life. Going to his games is one of my favorite things to do every week! He plays on a team with a bunch of guys that he works with, and I get such a kick out of watching them. Plus, it's just one of those situations where you feel like nothing could go wrong. There I am at the fields, typically as the sun goes down after a hot summer day, watching my favorite human beam because he's doing something that he absolutely loves, which also happens to be my favorite sport, AND I get to sit by his parents; two incredible, loving, hilarious people who have me belly-laughing every single time. For me, it's one of the dreamiest scenarios! I love these summer nights.

On Wednesday night, I got to go to Paisley's bachelorette party. I flippin' love bachelorette parties, haha! It's something about how happy the bride-to-be always is, and something about being with your best girl friends, eating good food, and having fuuuuun conversations. ;) 

We went to dinner at Tepanyaki, and then went back to Caitie's for treats and presents. Paisley got lots of nice lingerie, lots of tips from the married ladies, and we all left full and happy, haha.

Maybe this is too personal for the blogosphere, but getting to spend so much time with the Hasler's sometimes leaves me feeling pretty overwhelmed. You know, in the "my cup runneth over" kind of way. I just can't believe I'm dating this guy who's family I already love so much, and who make me feel so loved, and who are so good to be around! If I'm bein' honest, I've cried the happy kind of tears about it. (more than once, haha.) 

It's little moments where I feel it most. Like when I'm eating ice cream sandwiches with little Jakey (Jake's nephew) after cleaning up trash in the yard, and making him giggle by putting hair-ties in his hair while we watch Jake play catch with another nephew. Or when I'm sitting squished between a bunch of Hasler's at the rodeo. Or when we're sitting on the back patio on a warm Sunday night, eating the best grilled chicken known to man, talking about growing gardens and raising chickens. No matter how you look at it, I feel immeasurably blessed, and I feel joy. I like the word joy, because I feel like it somehow encompasses the hard things, like the ache in my heart left from my dad's passing, but at the same time includes a very true and real happiness. 

But seriously. 

My cup runneth over.