Matthew is my oldest grandchild. He's 17, a senior in high school and a freshman in college at the same time. He's quite a guy. Last night was his homecoming game. He's played football for three years and loves it, follows the Ravens and does the fantasy football thing. At halftime, they honored the seniors and their parents, then read some notes each player had written. Our whole family was there to honor him. He was disappointed that he could not play because his hand injury flared up. While we all would have liked to see him play (and the team win), we were there for him and all are proud of him. He's a good guy.
I cherish these family gatherings, just as I cherish each person in my family. A friend asked why I would go sit on cold metal bleachers and get precipitated upon if he wasn't playing (a mix of mist and snow flakes) - well, it's family and that's important to me. All the other grandchildren cheered the team on and cheered even louder as Matthew, oops he likes Matt, was honored. As the few snow flakes appeared, Juliana declared school might be closed on Monday and Bella, who has watched a few Christmas videos, looked up at the lights, saw some snowflakes, declared it was Christmas, and then stuck her tongue out to catch snowflakes. As we left, we all hugged and Bella wished everyone Merry Christmas. A really good night.
And to top it off nicely, the car heater worked fantastically.
How do you celebrate family? Karen
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