What do you say? Are there words, really? Jason is my big brother. I think it's safe to say that we hated *or really disliked* each other until we were out of high school (what brother and sister don't!) , but I wouldn't hesitate one second now to say that he is one of my best friends.
Jason is a hero of mine and it became even more evident on January 5, 2007. As a police officer myself I can not imagine what he went through the night of his shooting. Hell. Pure hell. And it's been a roller coaster ever since. He is such a strong person. He is the one that is there when you really need somebody. When I went into labor with Tyler, he came to Provo that night. He spent the next 2 days learning about the hospital, he took the tour of the NICU for us since I was bed ridden, he brought in the Dr's to explain to me what to expect with our tiny little baby that was coming any time. He gave me a blessing. He was a rock. That is Jason. He is still a rock. I never doubt that if I am going through a difficult time that I can count on him.
On Labor Day this year I was an emotional wreck worrying about my current pregnancy and Jason offered me a blessing. It brought me to tears that he would do that. He doesn't know, but I think about that blessing constantly. He has no idea the peace it brought me. I *knew* this baby wasn't coming early after that blessing. Jason told me so and I have no doubt that he was inspired. I love him for that.
I love that he is willing to do anything for his family and friends. I love his personality. I love talking to him (when he does talk! haha). I love hearing his stories from being out on patrol. I love watching him work as he has this way with people that is just a treat to watch. I love his sense of humor - the guy really is funny and a joy to talk to when you get him going! I love that he loves his family. I love his sense of adventure. I love how he can make me feel better after a good talk. I love that I feel like he really cares about me. I love hanging out with him. I love when he is sarcastic and we laugh about it. I love the glances and that we totally can laugh inside because we know *why* we're giving those glaces! I love that he is Tyler's uncle and Tyler loves him (especially when he gives pennies!). I love that he will be our baby girl's uncle. I love that he is humble and doesn't boast himself in pride. and......I love that he is my big brother.
Today, after almost a week long jury trial, we got a guilty verdict on his shooter. We didn't *win* per se, but we were blessed with a great sense of relief. It's not a win/lose here, it's justice....and justice was served on the twentieth day of November, 2008. This was a huge hurdle to get over and one that we are all so grateful to put behind us. Most of all Jason. I will always be so grateful to my Heavenly Father that he allowed Jason to stay on this Earth with us. What would we do without him? He is our rock.
I didn't have a rocker in Tyler's room. I am excited to have one this time. It'll save me a trip downstairs to the recliner at 2am. :)
How cute is that monkey bum?!
The first house! Oh, and don't try to adjust your screen - that's Ryan "dressed up" in his grumpy old man mask. :)
Trick or treating to daddy at our house!
