Choices

I have had to make choices over the past year that are not always easy, not always fun, and certainly not always popular but they are always mine.

This weekend was AMAZING.  One of those, won't trade it for anything else in the world kind of things.  I got to spend time with my family celebrating life, celebrating boys, celebrating teenage-hood, celebrating mother/son time, celebrating road trip mother/daughter style, just celebrating.  While two very important parts of my family didn't get to take part in the fun, they were there in spirit and, from the stories I heard, had a good time staying home by kicking some rugby arse and chilling football style.

Friday night was all about victory and brotherhood.  As you have read in many of my posts, the Jesuit men never disappoint when it comes to cheering on their brothers on the hardwood.  Friday was no different.

Saturday, road trip, seeing family and surprising the kiddo with a basketball game of 'EPIC' proportions.  Texas rocking the Jayhawks as only the burnt orange can.  The kiddo not only happy to be seen with me in public but actually loving sharing that time with me.  Then getting to spend the evening with Grandma and Pop Pop (even if Duke let the kiddo & his Pop Pop down) as we have done since he was 3 months old.  

Sunday meant a very hilly adventure (thanks hill country of Austin) to the most beautiful little church and an amazing Catholic community.  I wish I lived closer, I would go there every week.  More family and the 'oh my gosh, the world is going to ice over' road trip home.  With mandatory stops in West (kolaches, hello - priorities) and Little Italy (pronounced Eye-Tawl-EE thank you very much), mom & I sang and talked our way back home to the country.  No ice to be found by the way, but I am over the cold.  We live in Texas for goodness sake, not Ohio!  The Super Bowl game was a disappointment for only me as the sole Manning supporter in the house, but having everyone under one roof again was pretty great, I cannot lie.

To have this AMAZING weekend, I made choices on what to miss and what to attend.  While others may not have made those choices, they were the perfect choices for me and I would make them again.  Sometimes, eating the bear means putting you & yours first - and that bear tasted GREAT.