happy tuesday

6'3

Since I saw the news headline yesterday, his voice has been playing over and over in my head "6'3...don't tell me you're nervous...don't be nervous." He always called me "Six-three" (cause thats how tall I am). That was what he said to me as we sat outside his his house in the car, where his parents were waiting to meet me. I was only 19, I had never met a guys parents, what was I doing? But JC took my hand and let me know it was ok, so I took and breath and we went inside.

He was the first guy to tell me he loved me, but I didn't know what that meant, I was so young and he was really the first person outside of my family, that I would have done anything for. So when I read yesterday that his NFL career was being put on hold because of a brain tumor found during a physical, I was emotional. Life moves forward and people lose touch, but you never forget your first (dare I say it)...love. My heart is so heavy as he heads in to surgery today, so please please, remember not to take a second of this life for granted, you never know when a moment will come that changes everything. Pray for him...please.

week one

Soooooo, it's finally here, the first week of the German championship. On October 15, I will have been in Vilsbiburg for two months and it feels like two years. Training, adjusting to German lifestyle, making new friends, finding my place with my new team, and decorating my new apartment have all occupied my time here, all with delight. I'm unbelievably excited to get back into official competition, we have a great group of athletes and some girls I've become pretty tight with, so I'm pumped to have them by my side on this journey. Wish me luck!!!