Superbowl Sunday

Today is Superbowl Sunday and it has me thinking about you and your childhood right now. It is half time and the Arizona Cardinals are down by 10. It is generally considered a miracle that they are in the game at all- they have had very little success or respect as long as I have known about them. We of course, hope they win.
Anyway, as a child, Superbowl Sunday was like a holiday at our house. We would wake up and all our chores would have been done the day before. We would go outside and play catch with the football and my mom would get a whole bunch of little bowls of stuff going for us to snack on all day. Then, we would sit down and watch the game. As a little girl and now even as a grown woman, I have always loved football ( and baseball) and have loved the excitement of seeing the competition and the looks on the faces of men as they see their highest career goal standing before them on one particular day. I have always felt happiness for the winners as they celebrate and sadness for the losers as they watch the celebration of the other players and wonder if their chance will come again.
I told your dad this morning about another cheesy thing I do on days like this as well. When I first wake up, I think about what it must feel like to wake up on a day like this for the quarterbacks or the coaches or the runningback or the person performing the national anthem. I always wonder what it feels like to wake up and know that this day stands out among all their other days. The days of hard work and the days of rest.
In your lifetime, you will feel days that are different than the rest from the moment you wake up. I dream that some day you will have a day as exciting to wake up to as a Superbowl Sunday quarterback feeling. For me, these days have been like waking up to move across the country or to get married. The next one is coming up when you are born and I wake up in the hospital knowing that you are okay and alive waiting for me to take over.
I know I am very strange in the way I think about things but I am trying to explain them to you so you'll know me better.

The reason why this qualifies as a "mum lesson" is that I want to make sure that your childhood is filled with traditions that make you want to keep them as you become an adult and also traditions that make you happy when you think about them. Happy enough that someday you will wake up next to your wife on Superbowl Sunday with a giddy feeling in your stomach that today is a special day. God made this world for us to enjoy it. He could have made it much different, bland, plain. But He did not- it is filled with special days, excitement and tradition, color. I hope you like football- but not enough to play it because you might get hurt.