Friday Night Lights

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my Friday nights could be so magical!

I was dressed by 3:00 today, all ready to cheer for my son. I can’t even put the way I feel into words. When I see him approach the field, my heart skips a beat. I tense up because I’m deathly afraid of him being hit, but I know he wants to be hit and give hits.

This kid was born for this sport. I never wanted to admit that because it’s so physical. It is staggering when you look at the stats of players suffering from concussions. I pray that if he doesn’t won’t be severe.

Not only does my heart skip because of fear, but I’m just so damn proud of him. You see, he’s driving now, and my husband I chuckle when we hear the garage door open in the morning because he leaves 30 minutes early. My boy is the first one at practice and spends that extra time correcting his form (his stance).

He comes home so happy and always says, “Dad, I put the final touches on my form.”

My husband being the person he is, always says, ” son, your 16; this isn’t your final touches on your form.”

E2 says (that’s my son), “Well, you know what I mean.”

Meanwhile, I’m sitting there laughing because this conversation never gets old!

As I sit here writing this, I have butterflies in my stomach, and my nerves are on 10. So if you so lots of errors, please just chalk it up to a mom that’s a little hyper right now and ready to cheer.

Welp!

I think I have stalled enough. I’m heading out and will report back tomorrow and let you all know how the game went. But for now, I’m off to enjoy those….

FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS!

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~

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