Hockey Dad

(Drew is number 13)

When Mike and I were registering for our wedding, he tested the Tea Cups. He didn't pay attention to color or brand name, just the feel. He held each delicate cup to determine how comfortable it was in his big hand. Then he cast his vote. 

When we talked baby names, he didn't write them out to see how they looked. He didn't google famous people who shared the name. Like with the China, he had his own test. He cheered for our unborn baby as if we were on the bleachers and not our couch. "Come on Cory!" "Lets go Natalie!" When I suggested Drew he tested it out. "Come on Drew! Lets go D!" 

So, sometimes when we are watching our oldest son play, I get the goosebumps. Not because he tries so hard, or because he looks so cute in his uniform. But because watching him play and hearing my husband cheer his name is a dream realized. Because it is exactly as we imagined 7 years ago on that couch...only better, way better. 

Pick Up

They used shoes to mark the goal. A shovel to clear the ice as the snow fell onto their helmets. The older kids let them score and make saves. They felt like Hockey Rock Stars and begged to stay as the Winter Sun was setting. Their first Hockey Pick Up game...the first of many, Im certain. 

Blue Man

"Do I have to talk?"

"No."

"Ill do it!"

And so it was that my Shy Guy Drew was in the Talent Show at school. His friend the drummer, came up with the idea and Drew went along excitedly. It never dawned on him to be nervous. He didn't flinch when his face was painted or the tight swim cap was jammed onto his head. He played his role perfectly. We all sat in the audience beaming from ear to ear. I love how the kids surprise me all the time. 

Good Job Buddy!!