Football Season

I love this! I can't help but reflect on Football season since meeting my husband.

Dating: Football season meant Larry Summerlin was home and not at rehearsal. We ate Zaxby's and snuggled on the couch for hours. I had no idea what was happening on TV, but I pretended to care.

First year of marriage: Zaxby's and snuggling still, only now I didn't have to pretend to care anymore- we were married! I took the best naps on Sundays during Football Season.

Child 1: Football season made me realize how loud my husband was. Some Zaxby's, some naps, but mostly, "If you wake the baby, I swear on everything holy I will put ice on you while you sleep."

Child 2: More stress as I realized Larry could not only wake the baby, but the oldest could possibly repeat the things he was hearing during particularly bad football games.

Child 3: Football Season turned into a loud house of everyone complaining from boredom while Daddy overtook the one TV in the house.

Now: We haven't had cable in 2 years, so the past 2 years have meant a very depressed Larry on Sundays and Mondays and every other day of the week since apparently, football must.be.played. every day of the week. What's the deal with that anyway??  Regardless, one thing has always remained the same: Football season means Sundays together :)