#290

My dad is a football guy. A guy that lives for Sunday mornings. A guy that bets more weekends than he doesn't. So I was taught at a young age to appreciate the beauty of a bunch of guys lining up to knock each other down. I can remember picking teams before I knew where New Orleans or Dallas were. Football was as much a part of my life as school- but so much more enjoyable. 

This year my love for football took a hit. The strike, the greediness, that just killed me. Because I really love the game. 

And tonight I was reminded of that. Kind of. Because for me, football has always been tied to my dad. And tonight Dad and I went over Week 2 and made our picks. It was nice. It reminded me of being a kid and telling dad I wanted the horseshoes and the orange team to win. 

This morning was pretty great too. The girls and I had a little playdate and we all really enjoyed it. It was nice to talk about whatever with someone who seemed to get it. It didn't hurt that she was cracking me up. And our kiddos got along well. P and K seemed to really have fun, which makes me so very happy.