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Bringing It Home

I was up early today. It was not even work related.

It is Black Friday. But I was no where near a box store trying to get a "good" deal.

We got up early to cheer on our local football team. They left at 8:25 a.m. this morning heading to the Edward Jones Dome, Home of the St. Louis Rams. They are playing for the Class 5 State Championship title.

The Boy, My Momma, and I got up early to create a sign to take to the send off. Not bad, if I might say so myself. We whipped this out in 30 minutes.


It was cold this morning...much colder than yesterday. It was windy. We stood outside for only half an hour but it felt much longer.

As we waited for the team to prepare to leave, I could not help but get all wrapped up in the excitement. What high school sports player does not dream of winning a state championship? I think they all do! Making dreams happen, no matter how big or small that dream, is so exciting. Not just for the players, but for the parents, grandparents, siblings, and fans.

As soon as our children are old enough, we parents enrolled them in early sports programs: flag football, t-ball, dance, gymnastics, or even recreational basketball. They hoped to give their children the edge, we all hope they will become champions. We invest hours in driving to practices, sitting at practices, washing uniforms, and of course, cheering them on at games. As I looked around at the parents today, you could see how proud they are.Their dreams are coming true.


The cheerleaders were there too. They did their best to get the growing crowd more excited. They started chanting, "I believe that we will win." Listening to the crowd repeat back the chant after each word, almost made me cry. Every person in this community believes that we will win.



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