My parents spent the long holiday weekend with us. Thank you Christopher Columbus for sailing the mighty blue; there's nothing I like more than having a day off. I think we just spent four days, though, doing nothing but eating and watching sports. In other words, it was near perfection. Evan told me this morning, "You know, Mom, Opa really gets into the soccer games. I could hear him yelling my name all weekend. Now I know where you get it."
He has no idea. He should have been around when Opa coached softball. There was a whole lot more than just yelling my name taking place while he stood propped up against the dugout. I think I still have the scar to prove it.
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