Sunday, March 15, 2015


This is a special bike that’s not very good 
at listening to excuses, so it takes you exactly 
where you really want to go & if you kick 
& scream it makes you pedal harder & go up steeper 
hills until you’re too out of breath to complain 
& after awhile, if you’re lucky, you start to see 
that it doesn’t really matter if you laugh or cry,
because it just wants to ride like the wind

the photos.
are of my husband's team.
their season came to an end.
when they were eliminated in districts.
wednesday night.
the team had an awesome year.
going seventeen and four.
this game was going to be a tough one.
he was nervous in the morning.
but later that day he sent me a text.
"...excitement, anxiety, fire, desire, passion" he said.
"'s a monumental task & i am up to it
and ready for it" he said.
and he was.
and so were his boys.
it was a tough game.
their opponents knew they had to bring their A game to beat us.
but in seven seconds.
all the preparation.
all the momentum.
in a series of unfortunate events.
beyond his control
we lost.
asking for an explanation to the series of events that took place.
in those seven seconds.
he fought for this team.
for these boys that he cares for.
for the fans.
but in seven seconds.
in a game that could have been ours.
it was not.
they could not give him an answer.
as the coach's wife...
i am nervous.
and excited.
and supportive of my husband.
and i love this group of boys.
{especially number twenty-four.}
i sat in the stands.
probably quieter than most games.
listening to the many coaches around me.
this is just a game.
it does not matter how prepared you think you are.
in a matter of seconds.
what you thought you had.
is taken away.
what he strives to prepare his boys for...
is the life lessons.
the highs.
the lows.
the elation.
the disappointment.
and to handle it with class.
as they did.
it's how you deal with the adversity.
how you grow from defeat.
it is not the score.
it is not the season record.
it is the bond.
that has been created among brothers.
in preparation for this game.
called life.
he makes me proud.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.

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