His First Game

Last month I said to my mom, "There's this weekend in September that's filled with kids' activities..." Well, that weekend is here--and so are my parents!!! :)

We welcomed them to our house yesterday afternoon and jumped right in to the fun things going on. After a late lunch with them at Panera, Dad walked to the middle school to meet up with Kaleb and watch a bit of Braylen's football practice. Mom and I picked Aaron up from school. Supper was a bit of a whirlwind, and then we loaded into 2 vehicles and watched Kaleb and Aaron play soccer at two different parks. Divide and conquer! Thanks to Facetime, we were all able to "see" the action going on at both locations. :)

Today my parents are at Grandparents' Day at Aaron's school. Tonight we are watching Braylen march in the 8th grade marching band at the high school football game. He'll be playing the bass drum. Tomorrow is the pancake feed at the fire station and then the parade--where Braylen will march again. I'm pretty sure the only thing Grammy and Grampy will not be able to see while they are here is one of Braylen's football games. Which brings me to the title of this post...

Braylen's first game was earlier this week. It was SO much fun to watch him play! I could hardly stay in my seat! He played offense, defense, and kicker. He caught the punts and tried to run them down the field. He was all over the place--but my eyes were always on #22.

Blue #22

They won their game in overtime, beating our town's other middle school. Kaleb asked me if the 2 schools are rivals, and I suppose they are. At least until high school, when they become teammates. :) As I watched the game, I learned something about myself. Although I love to watch football games, when my son is playing, I only watch him. A mother watches her son, not the ball. When I shared that with Braylen he gave me a sly grin...like that was kind of silly, but kind of special. At least I like to think so.

Waiting to return a punt

Derek has today and the weekend off from work, so I just can't think of anything that can make this weekend better. These times are for me to store up in my heart, so I can relive them on a day that might not be as much fun. Or on a day that's hard. Thank you, Lord, for the here and now. :)