in just a few hours rhyan’s first football game begins, and i’m beyond excited about it! he’s been practicing for the past month, several hours a day + five days a week. he’s come home battered + bruised, exhausted + complaining about how hard practice was — but never once brought up quitting.
he’s talked about playing football since he was about three years old, when we’d go watch my younger brother play for his high school team. i told him back then [and throughout the years] that he could play once he started seventh grade + if he made the school team.
i’m so proud of the hard work he’s put in, and am so excited + anxious to see him run onto that field with his full uniform on. while i realize he’ll only get to play a few minutes in the last quarter, [since he’s just a seventh grader] you better believe i’ll be beaming with pride every second he’s out there.