Our 5k for Daddy

It's hard to believe that July came so quickly, and along with it, our 5k that we run as a tribute to Naki's 5k that he ran just a couple of months before he died. Every time I picture him doing something that was so hard for him and out of his element, especially with a heart that was close to completing it's difficult journey in our Daddy's chest, I am humbled. This year was truly spectacular. Line and Malia decided to take off on their own with their cousin Addie. I was so proud of them. Line wanted another opportunity to try to run the entire thing, and so she, Jackie and I are scheduled to run a 5k on the 4th, which I think is this Thursday. Lose and Jackson ran just a bit ahead of us stroller joggers, alternating between running and jogging. I was so so proud to see their cute little legs, trudging ahead and never quitting. But to me, the champions of this 5k were Grayson and Eli. My sister Katie ran the 10k this year, and so her husband Matt and I pushed our strollers with our littles in them while Gray ran along side Matt and Eli ran along side me. They were troopers! They sincerely wanted to hop in those strollers so badly, but continued running alongside Matt and I, only stopping when they felt as if they were absolutely, without a doubt, going to die. But they did it! They finished. I was so elated for them, knowing that they are carrying their Daddy's legacy on just by pushing on when you want to quit.






Pay no attention to my idiotic face...even my niece thinks it looks a little off. Guess the moment of triumph robbed me of my dignity momentarily.