It has been a good weekend around here for the ten-year-old. We must first consider that he eats/drinks/sleeps football, and then we must remember that if it is Notre Dame football, then we begin to hear angels sing as well.
It began Friday afternoon when he got to walk in the high school Homecoming Parade wearing is Irish jersey. Then we attended the high school game, where my boys won--and 10-year-olds' favorite players were in true form. Saturday morning 10-year-old went with Mom back to school to help decorate for the dance, and besides the two donuts he scored from the deal, he also got to hang-out with the high schoolers, and be helpful handyman, moving chairs and tables, taping-down balloons, and just being generally useful-- all right up his alley.
Saturday afternoon brought THE BIG GAME. Having lost to their town rivals, the Cardinals earlier in the season, 10-year-old and his fellow Irish have been focused on nothing except beating them this time around to finish their season and to give the Cardinals their first loss. The football gods were a'smilin' on the blue and gold as my little quarterback/linebacker helped his team win 18-12. Anyone in attendance might have thought that they had just won the Super Bowl and the World Series--simultaneously. After the game, he got to meet the grandfather of one of his teammates who was a REAL Irish player--a Notre Dame football alum from the 1960s. Yep, he got is picture taken with him.
It was supposed to be all downhill after that--with the exception of the end-of-the-year football banquet this afternoon, BUT when we pulled into the parking lot at church this morning there was an enormous tour bus in the back of the lot . . . taking a pew a few rows in front of our usual one because church was filling-up rapidly, we looked across the congregation to see the Notre Dame Men's Glee Club. They were visiting for Mass after having been in town for a concert the night before. 10-year-old didn't take his eyes off of them--he was enraptured. I'm pretty positive that he doesn't even remember sitting, standing, genuflecting . . .but he could probably tell you every move that each of those young men made. We were treated to a post-Communion hymn by our visitors, and 10-yr-old didn't move a muscle. He left church grinning from ear to ear.
Sometimes, it just doesn't get any better.
Feeling joy for nephew Na, and for his mama, cuz this mama knows there's no happiness like seeing your own wee one filled with delight. Awesome!!! What a really great weekend, indeed. : )
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