We went to Younger Boy's game. 

It was cold and windy.  Probably not as cold as the relationship with Middle Boy as he sat next to me texting barbs about how I was a horrible parent.

He probably looked into the stands to see if I was there at least twenty times.  Here's his picture.


They won the game 28 - 0.  He played the entire third and fourth quarter.  He got two solo tackles and was in on a couple more.  He was SO EXCITED after the game.

He loves football.  It is clear he has a couple of friends on the team.  That makes me heart smile.

I love that every time he looked for me in the stands he gave me the thumbs up.  It happened every time he came off the field.

I'm proud of him.  I love him.