All weekend (at least since Friday night's amazing basketball game) I've been mentally preparing a blog post about "my boys," namely Jimmer, Jackson, Noah, Jake Heaps, Luke Ashworth, JJ, and so on. Then came last night.
We've been having a competition in my ward between the guys and the girls. The girls won by a hair so the guys had to serve us dinner - that was the deal. They put this beautiful dinner together and did it up right. Every single girl in the ward (all those that came anyway) was treated like a queen.
The boys who decided to valet park our cars, those are my boys.
The boys who escorted each and every girl to her seat on an arm, those are my boys.
The boys who slid in chairs and took our coats, those are my boys.
The boys who cooked and served a delicious meal, who gave personalized invitations complete with live music, who wrote beautiful letters of appreciation and gratitude for each girl individually, who planned the whole outstanding event...
Those are my boys.
I'm hoping to be able to get a picture from last night and post it here. Watch for it.
Don't worry sports guys, I still love you too and you did a bang up job this weekend and it was absolutely awesome.