Ahh, nothing like a....

...good tackle!

Friday night I watched my dear son sweat and grunt through a football game. I had struggled with driving so far alone, especially since it was threatening to rain, but I took my caffeine, tuned in my classic 60-70's rock to keep me awake and drove. I got there at half-time. The boys were ahead, but the affirmation of my efforts to support my dear Jonathan came in a gift from God wrapped as a "picture perfect" tackle right in front of me, as I strained to see everything from my chair. The tackler? No one other that my big son, Jon!! I shouted, "That's a way, Jon", and the smile I got from behind that helmet grill will forever be etched in my mind. Broad, handsome, and delighted...a communication between mom and son alone! To think I could have decided not to drive and miss one of the most special moments in life...

Have I said how much I love that guy? God, thank you for the privilege of being his biggest fan...

Ahh, there is simply nothing like a good tackle... and a knowing smile between mom and son...