It all started when this little guy was about eight-years-old.
Oh my goodness how time has flown!
Keaton wanted to play football. I had never had a child play football before and I was a little nervous about it, but we registered him and purchased our first jock strap together.
Pop Warner was a serious business. The first two weeks they practiced Monday through Thursday for 2 1/2 hours in record breaking heat (because every summer here seems to break some kind of record). The coaches were loud and the parents were louder. I soon found myself feeling like I had found my long lost everything and I was
eatin' it up like Mint Chip Ice Cream. Keaton, on the other hand, decided that it was not for him. I remember it like it was yesterday. My sweet, innocent, little boy, clinging for dear life to the headrest on the back of my seat in the car ... and me putting all of my weight into pulling his sweet soul out onto the warm, green grass. I would begin teaching the lesson of commitment & perseverance, and it was a hard lesson to teach.
He finished the year, and year after year he decided to do it again.
Tomorrow this little guy is playing his first game of his last year. A Senior on the Varsity Football Team. I can barely type the words without my chin quivering.
I'm so excited I can't even stand it!
I don't know where the time went, but this boy has given me more joy than I could have ever imagined.
This boy.
This game.
This weekend.
It's here.
GO TOROS!!!
Yestehday, I was back East, wheh people don't say theh "R's". They say things like ... "Let's go get in the cah!" 
