Sappy Football Post...
We have had eight years of football. Not sure about football in any other state except Texas, but here it is so woven into the fabric of our lives. Eight years of training in the weight room, eating lots of food, spring practice, cuts and bruises and broken bones -wrist, ribs, knee cap, pelvis, unbelievable sweaty-stinky ruined clothes, hard hits and bad concussions, losses and lots of wins, great catches and hits and dropped and missed ones too, hits that make a mom's heart stop while she prays that he just gets up, lightening storms and delays, listening to the band, hearing the same songs every game, out of town traveling to small Texas towns, hot chocolate and lots of blankets. Laughing with friends. Praying all the way through the game. Hours of praying. Feeling so proud of my boys I could cry. Such. Great. Times. Such. Great. Memories. Hard to believe it is over. I used to spend alot of time worrying and wishing they were not playing. I spent too much time obsessing about th...