65 degrees today with sun that warms to the bone.
Bryce's team won, 39-16, but that's just a matter of statistics. There are other, more important things that make Bryce a winner.
After the game, on the way to my car, Bryce and five or six of his buddies were coming across the field together in their uniforms. Bryce is 13 now... handsome... very cool... and very socially aware. Not wanting to embarrass him (by hugging his grandmother - on a scooter - oxygen across my face), I held out my hand for a high-five.
"You're with your friends. I'm good with a high-five, Bryce." I smiled to make sure he knew I meant it.
He smiled, ignored my hand, walked away from his friends, toward my scooter. He bent down, put his arms around me and gave me a big hug. "I love you, Grammy", he said simply. "Thanks for coming."
"I love you, too, Bryce. Thank you for playing - so I could come." I grinned.
Character - in the face of peer pressure can't be taken for granted.
Bryce's team won, 39-16, but that's just a matter of statistics. There are other, more important things that make Bryce a winner.
After the game, on the way to my car, Bryce and five or six of his buddies were coming across the field together in their uniforms. Bryce is 13 now... handsome... very cool... and very socially aware. Not wanting to embarrass him (by hugging his grandmother - on a scooter - oxygen across my face), I held out my hand for a high-five.
"You're with your friends. I'm good with a high-five, Bryce." I smiled to make sure he knew I meant it.
He smiled, ignored my hand, walked away from his friends, toward my scooter. He bent down, put his arms around me and gave me a big hug. "I love you, Grammy", he said simply. "Thanks for coming."
"I love you, too, Bryce. Thank you for playing - so I could come." I grinned.
Character - in the face of peer pressure can't be taken for granted.
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