The stadium lights blazed sizzling white that fall Friday night. Our son was the second string center on the visiting team. His odds of playing weren’t good.
The stadium lights blazed sizzling white that fall Friday night. Our son was the second string center on the visiting team. His odds of playing weren’t good.
Those were cold, dark winter mornings during second semester of my freshman year in college, when my alarm woke me at 5:00 am for morning swim team practices.
Thirty years ago, I promised to love, honor, and marry a man I really didn’t know all that well at the time.
Encouraging children is always in tune
Our son, Hayden, had expressed an interest in playing Tuba after we PCSed to Germany. “Tuba? Really?” I’d wondered.