Cliff and I have been watching an amazing high school football game on the Internet. You'd be hard-pressed to find a professional game that's any better. The team that beat our our local Tigers went on to state finals and won that one too, but it wasn't an easy win. Number 77 on the Hamilton/Penny team is the son of a longtime friend of ours. I guarantee that if you love football, you will enjoy this game.
Suddenly, memories of my children's high school years have come back to me.
My son played football for only one year in high school. He never considered himself a "jock", but some of my fondest memories are of that year. Cliff worked nights, so he didn't get to go to the sports banquet with me and Jim. He was there for parent's night, though, when we got to walk out on the field with our son. Good times.
My daughter was in several school plays, and I treasure memories of those occasions, too. My favorite play was "Up The Down Staircase". I'd give a hundred dollars to have a video of that play. Okay, maybe $500. What the heck, Cliff foots the bills around here.
Christmas always does this to me, makes me drift down memory lane. I'm glad it does.
Thank you, my children, for all those happy times. Perhaps I've dwelled too much on the not-so-easy years with both of you, but the pleasant memories more than make up for it. Forgive me for not telling you sooner. You were both more than I deserved, and you still are.
Never forget it.