Am I a lover of football? Do I rush home from church on Sundays to watch the afternoon game? Do I wear jerseys representative of my favorite teams? Do I predict scores and scream at the referees? Does the anticipation of sitting in the bleachers on a cold, rainy Friday night excite me? Is being married to a football coach definitive of my favorite pass time? Do I eat, sleep, and breathe football for the love of the game?
No, no, no, no, no, no, and no....BUT!
Am I a mother who loves and supports her son? Do I get a rush of pride when I hear his name called over the loud speaker after a great play? Is it thrilling to sit with other mothers who are cheering for the success of their children? Do I appreciate seeing the bond between a child and his father that most kids never know? Is it enjoyable to watch my daughters yell with the cheerleaders? Is wrapping up in quilts with my youngest son, and sipping hot chocolate my idea of a warm night? Am I grateful to be married to a man whose career is based upon shaping the character of our youth? Do I eat, sleep, and breathe football for the love of my family?
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes!!!!
Mitchell is #89
This picture of Mitchell nearly made me cry when I saw it. He looks like a man, no longer the little boy I have raised and loved for the short time he has been mine. All too soon, age will define him as the man I see in this photograph.
Mike and his team of young Spartans
Coach Anthony doing what he does best...