I went to Chris's track meet today. It was a regionals finals, so I was pretty excited to see how he did. The weather was dark and blustery, and it had been raining earlier in the day, so I wasn't quite sure what to expect from the sky. I pulled on a jacket and a large, warm scarf, and brought a thermos full of hot Gatorade.
Evidently, the weather was even a bit more sketchy at the track meet, as it has been raining hard and eve hailing before I got there. The stands were dripping, but fortunately the benches were dry.
I love watching my kids perform. I love seeing the determination on their faces and the fierceness with which they do their best. I do have to admit, however, that the competition makes me crazy! If our team is behind a few points, my blood pressure starts going wild. As my kids line up on the starting line, my hands get shaky. I love to watch them, but I'm glad when it's over and I can hug them and tell them what a good job they did.
Good job, Chris. I love to watch you do your best!