Last week my hometeaching family took us wakeboarding. Which made me feel a little bad, becuase, I've never really done anything other than visit that family for the entire last year. But my guilt was suffocated by delight at the thought of going out on the lake.
I got to drive and that was great, but the coolest part was watching Marcia. I took a few minutes beforehand and explained to her that it wasn't a big deal if she didn't get up, because it is a hard thing to do, and not everybody gets up. Especially not their first time on the lake. But to our great suprise, as soon as she said "hit it" she was up on her feet and had already mastered wakeboarding.
