Lately we've been super proud of this:
And tender hearted about this (if Ben knew Will was doing this DURING the game he'd FREAK, hah):
And biting our nails during this:
And loving the togetherness of this:
And whistling at this:
And cheering for this:
And imagining the high school version of this (yikes):
My boys are working hard. Every day of the week almost. And Ben's right there behind them, banging on helmets and shoulder pads, yelling at them to GET HUNGRY! I kinda feel sorry for all those kids. He doesn't go lightly when he WHACKS them upside the head. But I guess that's what guys do, um, you know, to get them pumped up, or something like that.
** In other news: where were you September 11, 2001? I was one month shy of delivering my first baby, beginning my first semester AT HOME as a new momma-to-be. Ben was at school, finishing his Master's program. My mom called in the morning and told me to turn on the tv. I sat there all day.