1 Mother 2 Another

Last Friday we took the girls to their
first live football game: our local high school was having their
homecoming and playing, of all the luck, mine and Brian’s old
alma mater. So how could we pass that up?


Football, in Texas, is just SLIGHTLY less important than religion
to most people, and to the rest of the people, it IS their
religion. Football is not taken lightly here, and our high school
just spent 63 MILLION dollars on a new stadium. Don’t get me
started.


But school spirit was high that night, and the girls couldn’t
have been more excited if they were going to a Dallas
Cowboys’ game. They wore school colors, and brought spirit
towels and pom poms. They were ready.

They both had a fabulous time, but in
separate ways: Maddie, already hovering on teenagerhood (or so it
seemed to me), spent most of the game playing with her three
girlfriends who’d come with us, doing silly cheers, laughing
and waving to other friends in the stand, that sort of thing. I
could definitely see how she’d be acting as a sophomore down
the road.


Cora, on the other hand, sat next to her daddy and watched. The.
Whole. Game. She loved it, and screamed at the right times and
booed when necessary. Politely, I say.


She had such a fantastic time that when a friend of ours offered us
her two season tickets (a commodity more precious than drilling
rights in these parts) for tonight, we jumped at the chance and
didn’t hesitate to turn them into a Cora and Daddy night.
When we told Cora last night of the plans, she squealed, jumped on
Brian, showered his face with kisses, and then buried her face in
his chest with joy.


Cora went to school with her spirit shirt proudly on, and
can’t wait to get to the stadium tonight.


Game on, I say!