J had his first football game last night as a 7th grade Wylie Bulldog. He played offense most of the first half and some defense in the second half, and he got a tackle. It was a miserable 100 degrees and I was melting in the stands - I can't imagine how those boys actually put forth any effort. Go Bulldogs!
As much as I absolutely love football, I'm a little overwhelmed with life right now, and I'd rather be doing this:
That was back before cancer and a heart attack and a stroke threw my whole family for a loop.
(It was also when I had a pretty pedicure, unlike right now!)