The Weekend

I went to visit my family this weekend to celebrate Father's Day. Don't worry, this isn't an annoying travel log. I'm saving that for the rest of my Mexico trip. This is just a note of a few interesting things.

On the way to my parent's house I passed a truck with a tandem bike attached to the back. I thought it was odd and decided to see what kind of cute old couple was hauling it along. When I glanced inside the truck I saw a couple (probably in their 40's or 50's) wearing matching racing gear covered in logos. That's right. As far as I could tell, they were sponsored tandem bike racers. Weird. I didn't know such a thing existed.

At church, there was a little girl in the row in front of us. She was just old enough to stand on her own, but not old enough to balance (she either had to lean against something or have someone hold her up). I was entranced by her tiny hands and I loved watching her open and shut her fingers. I love little kids. If I was her father, I probably would have spent the entire meeting playing with her. Then in the Gospel Doctrine class, the guy sitting next to me had his little girl too, and she kept making noise the entire time. She just opened her mouth and tried to talk or hum. People seemed to be getting irritated, but I couldn't help but smile. I love little kids. I imagine that when I get married, my wife will have to come tell me to stop playing with the kids and talk to her. That's a shame. I give great piggy back rides.

In the evening, our dog had a seizure. I'm understand that seizures are very common for dogs and don't generally suggest that anything is wrong. That aside, as my 19 year old brother held our dog (while he shook and drooled), I couldn't help but notice a look in the dog's eyes. He seemed both sincerely scared and worried as he didn't understand what was happening. Those aren't emotions that I generally associate with dogs. It seems like they are usually happy, apathetic, or preparing to bite someone. It makes me wonder how much deeper their emotions or even their thoughts run. Heck, maybe our dog is really a poet.