Amnesia

I think Blair got amnesia. Sort of...

A couple of weeks ago, some awesome friends from our ward let us join them for a ride on their motor boat on the Willammette. (Paul's favorite part of the whole outing was the pizza dinner.)

After speeding, chatting, and eating, they let Blair try out the wake board. It took him a few tries to get up but he caught on pretty quickly once he was standing. After riding safely for about 5 minutes, from the boat I saw a smile sweep across Blair's face. I knew immediately what he was thinking. He was going to try to jump the wake! Sure enough, I watched him bare down before lifting into the air off the wake's edge. Before I had time to mentally congratulate my brave, manly husband for successfully jumping on a wake board, he was making a sharp face plant into the water. Arms and legs flailed while quickly being swallowed by the splatter of white spray. We circled the boat around, and he pulled himself back in the boat, seemingly unharmed.

He hit his head harder than we thought.

Later on, as we were gently pulled behind the boat as a happy little family in two sea biscuits, Blair surprised me by asking, "How did we get out here? Did we drive to the river?" Blair couldn't remember anything from that day. It was as if his short term memory was erased.  He encouraged me to ask him questions about our trip so he could force the memories back into his noggin. I asked him things like, "do you remember what we ate for dinner?", "where did we park", "what are the names of the people in the boat?" "what did you do just before this?".

When it was time to go home, we thanked our friends for a wonderful time and Blair added under his breath, "I think we had fun... were we good company?"

Blair's memory slowly improved over time, but he was pretty sore for a few days. What a strange experience! I'm glad he's okay. :)