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Happy Friday, friends!
I have emerged. (Blinking. Squinting. Possibly wearing the same shirt since early October.) But I have officially finished the rough draft of my epic Edinburgh adventure! (Rough being the key word. It’s held together with sticky notes and prayer. But words on the page are words I can edit!)
And now that I’m out of my writing hole,
I dunno about you, but this has been my view all week.
I love the winter Olympics (probably the Minnesota gal in me). Anyone else weep when Lindsay Vonn fell on her Olympic comeback? Gotta give the girl props. I have a knee replacement, and the idea of skiing on it… yikes!
Anyhoo…thanks to Sarah who wrote last Tuesday’s letter.
Football has started!
If you know me, you know I love me my football –
Probably because I had two sons who played football, and spent hours upon hours for years upon years driving them to games. And then of course they had to play basketball and then run track and…
But in truth,
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!
