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Hey Friends!
This is not Bubby.
Just wanted you to know.
Because often, I share Bubby pictures.
But…well, this is another of my favorites. Epic #53. (Taken at our last regular season football game last week. #footballmomeraover)
We won, so we’re off to playoffs,
What’s started?
I’ll bet you can guess…
How about THIS for a hint? (Ignore the real-life kitchen. It doesn’t ALWAYs look like this…but had a….FOOTBALL GAME to watch!)
Yes, this is Bubby watching her uncle NOAH’s first football game of the season. (We like to start the football fanaticism early here at Warren Nation)
It was the last,
“Around the same time, a man called John began to travel, preach and ritually wash people through baptism in the wilderness of Judea. John preached a stern but exciting message. Repent! For the kingdom of heaven is near.”
Matthew 3: 1-3, The Voice New Testament.
Our high school football season is over.
My son, Peter Warren, turned 18 last week.
How did he go from this rascal on the left:
to this handsome man?
Not sure. But, we put together a little surprise for Petey on his 18th birthday…would you like to see it?
We’re still playing football here in Minnesota. In fact, today is our Section Finals. Three more games after this, and we win the state championship. (Just sayin’!)
But I’m not looking ahead to that. I’m looking behind, to see what we accomplished.
My middle son started playing football in 5th grade – way behind other kids in other schools because we simply didn’t have a football program at that time.
It’s no secret that I’m crazy about football. It’s such a courageous sport, regardless of what level you’re at. I’m especially nuts about small town, high school football. Our program is staffed by amazing coaches who believe that football is about molding men.
Absolutely.
I often brag (yes, I admit it’s bragging) about my son,
My friend Tari made it even more epic. I love it so much, I just had to share.
Football season, here we come!
Yay!
Let’s not get confused here. I didn’t take a sudden mid-air hit and change sports. I have football in my bones.
As do my sons.
Works well for me, because they both play football for our local high school team. I lose my mind with joy between the months of August and November.
Every year, we have a Mandatory Warren Event (I call them MWEs) at the start of football season. I require the attendance of my extended family at the Warren house in the Woods for our small town football season opener at home. It’s a weekend of chaos and eating and campfires by the lake, and touch football in the backyard (although my daughter seems to think it’s TACKLE MOM football.
Warrens like football.
A lot.
And we had the privilege of hanging out with our boys’ football coach for the big game. We didn’t have money for jerseys…so we made our own.
