Yep, he's pretty much amazing

On Monday Jono, me and a few of our friends went snowboarding. This was my first time, and I was pretty nervous but excited at the same time. Jono was born on a snowboard (pretty much) and is quite the pro: he's even done some snowboarding instruction in his time.

Deep down inside I was hoping to be a natural at this, that I would simply jump on the board and glide down the mountain effortlessly with people cheering and ooh-ing and aah-ing as I swoop by them. Needless to say: I'm NOT a natural. Far from it. More like a clumsy sloth staggering slash crawling down the bunny slope. I fell so many times I stopped counting and I have the black and blue bruises to show for it. It was not a pretty sight, not only because my limbs would be in 5 different directions at all times or because my butt was pushed out so far that my nose was almost touching the snow. No, because my attitude stank too. I just could not stand the fact that I couldn't do it. At one point in the day, after falling on my face yet again, I simply lay in the snow wailing:"I hate this, I never want to do this again! this was the stupidest idea ever!! We never should've come!". Do you see it? Yep, not a pretty sight in the slightest.

Now most people would shudder at this sight, and simply say :"Suck it up girly, you're not the first person to suck at this," and they would have every right to: I was being a brat. But Jono never once lost his patience with me. Every time I would throw a tantrum he would have a kind reply, encouraging me to try again. He spent the entire day helping me, when I know he would very much have wanted to take a few runs by himself. He sacrificed his own desires to place me before himself. Time after time he would guide me on my board and whenever I fell he would rush to help me up. He's incredible.

By the end of the day we had figured out a tactic that helped me a lot in learning the ropes, and I actually began to enjoy the sport: a little. I'll definitely give it another shot, and maybe it'll be a little easier the second time around. As we drove home that night, although tired and emotionally spent, I was completely content knowing that my husband loves me no matter how ugly I am inside and was reminded of the same love Christ has for us: unconditionally sacrificing himself even though we don't deserve it at all.