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Baylor Line Run🤍

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So this marks the 10th anniversary of me sneaking into that good ol’ Baylor Line to run for all those Baylor Girls who never got the chance!

When my sophomore room mate Mo and I returned to Baylor for the opening of McClane Stadium and realized that females could now partake in this storied freshman tradition, we had to run.

Being the minister’s wife I was naturally more resourceful than Mo. We purchased tickets to gain entrance into the game but had to finagle into the restricted area within leaping distance of the freshman.

Mo texted that she had been busted and her dream to run was shattered. I on the other hand was set on ready, nervously counting down the seconds until go time.

I figured that if I leapt out mid-steam and headed for the middle that if my calculations and yellow box sandals held, no police officer would fight inertia to chase me down. Right?

Finally the count down was over. The unruly runners were released and I literally took the leap from stands to astroturf. Looking up at the from my never-experienced vantage point was a huge adrenaline rush. I flung my green and gold afar and even stalked Robert Griffin. And even if ESPN is no mega fan of RG3, I still am!

When Dr. Livingstone came to Baylor I emailed her, sent this video and not long after that she invited all female alumni back to run. The greatest part about that story was her retelling the story of receiving an email from a female alumni and inviting women back to run at my nephew’s graduation. I was almost cool for about 4 minutes.

I cannot in good conscience recommend sneaking into places…highly enough. Some times when you get a really bad idea you just gotta take the leap, pray you don’t wipe out and grab a Heisman Trophy winner.

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That Time Jonathan Had to Work Really Hard

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The result of French photog imploring us to “look deep into each other’s eyes” for this photo. Horrifyingly awkward. Merci.
We did lock our love on a Paris bridge. Look at those young crazies in the heart!!!

If there’s one thing this “from the mind of M. Night Shamalan,” of a year has revealed to us as a people it is that there is no escaping reality. With a world-wide pandemic raging, record unemployment and seismic racial eruptions, we are chest-deep in our new reality. Stuff just got real. From Today Show anchor Savannah Guthrie getting flack over her “hair-do”-it-yourself-beauty efforts or just the piles of unadulterated crap shoved in bookcases as backdrops for tv interviews, there was no dodging the REALITY of this messy moment.

I usually pretty much love reality, particularly in juxtaposition with edited, face-tuned, sound-bitten, shellacky flawlessness our egos present to the world. I’ll take any day the two left feet verses the best foot forward. The outtakes over the seamlessly-edited final promo. The side-by-side of the idealized private, sugar-sanded beach next to the crowded, diaper-strewn sea weed patch of shoreline. The gritty reality, albeit not always preferable, is always far more interesting.

I love the mile-misses way better than the near-misses. So, here’s a photo from our 25th to celebrate our 26th wedding anniversary today. A glance back to last year pre-Pandemic. And kudos to the photog Jonathan in Paris I found on line for super cheap. His portfolio traditionally centered around uninhibited 20-year-olds not grey-haired men and good ol’ gals with maxi skirts and denim flamenco shirts. No traffic-stopping hotness here. We did manage to repulse some unkempt gentleman on his skateboard with our forced awkwardness. John was instructed in broken English, “take heir face into your hanns. Kees her. And you, look into hees eyes” The result looks like a domestic abuse chokehold poster which captured perfectly the goiter created by the bizarre angle of my head in hees hanns.

Happy 26th to my John. I am grateful beyond words for our health and life together during this time of pandemic and complete societal upheaval likened by historians to “If The Civil War and Yellow Fever had a baby.” Ok, so maybe that’s just my take on the reality of this moment we are walking through. I don’t know much but I do know that I adore this guy. He is kind, loving, cat- rescuing and even occasionally “watches” read: scrolls through Twitter paying zero attention a Jane Austen movie. Perhaps a successful marriage is sometimes more about enduring than enjoying the same things together. And this fella has endured a lot.

I love you forever, my John. You are the greatest gift I could ever imagine and I’m flat-out blessed beyond comprehension to get to share life with you. Even if getting that perfectly romantic 25th anniversary photo was not meant to be, I’m so glad that we are.