Ummm and yes that was my title till my lovely husband corrected me. Ha ha! Properly humbled.
I thought it might be a good idea to write down some of the stuff we were talking about this morning. Well the biggest thing of course is that the Patriots won the Super Bowl last night! Kevin … you know him, that guy I had been dating for six months but you knew I would marry, and our four oldest sons watched it.
I remember watching The Pats with you, Dad, and the boys when I was a kid (ha ha funny how “the boys” meant Rocky and Larry my two older brothers, and now “the boys” in our house are my 7 sons). Anyway, the noise from football games used to drive me crazy, and truthfully I didn’t do much watching, I mostly sat on the couch in the same room with you all and read a book and looked up when I heard everyone yelling at the screen.
I have to admit that I still only have a peripheral knowledge of the game, but yesterday the kids really wanted to watch. So we put together a little Super Bowl meal of mini meatballs with dipping sauces for dinner and homemade cream filled donuts that Kevin made earlier in the day for dessert. Umm yeah, I married a man of many talents!
The three littlest boys were up to watch the start of the game, but by 8 they were tucked into bed. The rest of us curled up on the couch and floor together and dug in. We are not a football family and Kevin had to give a refresher to some of us as to what was going on, but everyone caught on pretty quick.
For most of the game… it wasn’t looking good. In fact it was looking terrible. The Pats got in their stride late in the game and turned it completely on its’ ears. Kevin kept saying “The game isn’t over till it’s over.” to sour faced boys and grumpy mumbles. Someone thought we should just turn it off altogether and end the misery.
And what if we had? What if we had? What happened in that game was nothing short of miraculous.
I’m not going to pretend I can talk football here. But in just a few hours last night we went from dejected and almost without hope to elated . At 10:30 after it was all said and done I called Dad and Marge and shared in the pure joy together. The boys knew how upset “Papa” would be if they had lost, so they were extra happy, for him, that the Pats had won.
Kevin and I sent the kids to bed knowing it’s school for most of us in the morning.
It wasn’t till 5:45 this morning after my shower, getting ready and thinking about that glorious game that I remembered you Mom, and started thinking and talking to you. It’s hard to believe that 18 years ago this morning you took your last breath here and your first breath… there. And how in those days after you died how even with Kevin, and Dad, and “the boys” (my brothers, not my sons), I just couldn’t see how the game could turn around…
But it did, just not in 3 1/2 hours like last night, it took longer, but wow, I mean wow…
I know you know, but, I have 7 sons Mom! And I moved from our home by the sea to Vermont with Kevin 11 years ago, and we make Maple syrup and on good apple years we press apple cider, I talk to Dad every day on the phone and love being an everyday presence in his life even though I live miles away, and I learned to love Jesus just like you said I would, and more and more and more. And life still gets tough sometimes, just like it did when you were living, but I’m learning to love the way that came just so naturally for you, the way of loving people where they are at and looking out for the underdog.
And last night I got to watch a miracle of perseverance and hope with my oldest sons and their Dad and this morning after the three older boys were off to school on the early bus, I got to listen to my 8 year old plunk out the hymn “How Can I Keep From Singing” while he sang the lyrics, all while diapers were being changed, and morning clothes were warming by the wood stove.
And then just in memory of you I steeped some Lipton tea in your Willow Ware teapot mixed in a little milk and sugar and sat with that guy you knew I would marry (before I knew it).
My did God turn my life on its’ ears since you’ve been away Mom, and it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you, but it does mean the game isn’t over yet and I’m still playing.
With love from your little girl here on earth who is thankful to the Pats for never giving up, and praying for that kind of hope and perseverance for us all.