I love fall Friday nights. Crisp cool air and high school football. Tonight we got 1 of the 2. Someone forgot to tell mother nature to turn the heat off. Despite the 100 degree weather we took the boys to see the Nevada Tigers 2nd game of the season. They love to go and run around. I love to go and visit with my friends and spy on my students. Hubs likes football.
We usually only make it through the 1st have before the boys get whiney. I am okay with that. I have usually said hello to anyone that will listen by that point. Hubs is okay with it too because we have yet to see the Tigers win a game (they were something like 0-16 going into tonight’s game) so he doesn’t feel like he is missing too much by leaving early.
Tonight we sat with my new teaching BFF (not sure if I am pushing the relationship here) Amy and her family. We are trying to fix Bubba up with Amy’s daughter, Paige. She is also in kindergarten and super fun. She says hello and Bubba freaks out, turns red and runs away. He says she is not his girlfriend. She calls him “the boy who loves me.”
Around half-time Bubba, Dude, Paige and Parker (Amy’s son) were beyond wiggly. The popcorn and water had been consumed. The dance team had danced and the band had performed. The home team was losing and the bleachers were too full to run and jump on. We decided to go to the playground at the elementary school across the street.
Bubba asked Paige to go (i will call this their first date) and even pushed her the whole way in the stroller. He only ran her into the fence once. He fell over laughing and she gave him a you-better-not-do-that-again-or-this-relationship-is-over look.
The 8 of us (Amy, her hubs Blake, Paige, Parker, Hubs, Dude, Bubba and I) spent about an hour playing on the playground. It was so much fun chasing the kids around, climbing on the equipment, swinging to the stars, and being silly.
I love this! 2 years ago, when Hubs had moved to Nevada and the boys and I were still in St. Louis I was dreading leaving my family, friends, the mall, restaurants, Target (i could go on) and starting over with a small town life. A year ago I was here treading water and trying to adjust. Now I feel home.
Yes, I desperately miss my family. friends, and life in st. louis but I am where I am supposed to be. thank God for a hot Friday night a football game for reminding me how good I have it.