Isaac and I headed in early so we could march in the parade around the warning track. I was proud of my guy for walking along, taking in the scene, and being a good friend to one of the younger kids, whose parents had gone to their seats rather than hoofing it as part of the parade.
But beyond all of that, it was our first game in a number of years, and it was a huge blessing to share the experience with the kiddos. They were, for the most part, quite well behaved. Isaac watched what was going on down on the field, while Abby occupied herself with a friend. Even Brady bought into the experience, clapping along with the drummers and responding to the rises and falls of the crowd.
But even further beyond all of that, it was pretty amazing to be back in the very stadium where Adam and I spent so much of our time before our kids were born and even before we were married. It amazed me to realize how easy it was to slip back into the tribalism of it all; the universal excitement that accompanies a game-tying rally and the equally universal disappointment of that rally not quite panning out.
It's just a blessing to be with others, immersed in an exciting event, and a blessing to share all of it with our little ones.
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