Two things happened today that drove home the fact that sometimes I am just a sentimental fool. I make no apologies for having this trait although at times I wish I didn’t get so teary about certain things.
We had a pep rally today to kick off the start of the basketball tournament games which began after school. It’s always fun (well, for most, I guess) but this year I didn’t get to see any of it because I got busy in the office. No big deal. Sometimes that happens. But when I left at my regular time, the cheerleaders were warming up in the lobby and I stood and watched them in my coat before I went through the gym doors and eventually out to my car.
Our cheerleaders are amazing and our program has come a long way from where it was twelve years ago when I started at the school. Our coach is one of our parents and was formerly the coach at a nearby university. The group was totally in synch, the music was a blast, and they looked great. I smiled wide as I stood at the door watching them and when the routine was over, the coach turned and noticed me there, then asked me if I’d seen the pep rally today. I told her I hadn’t and why.
She turned to the girls and asked if they’d like to do Amanda’s routine for me and they all agreed. They were going to do a routine just for me because I hadn’t been able to attend the pep rally and I had no idea that one of our seniors had choreographed an entire dance routine. As the music began and the group started their precise moves, I was amazed that one of our girls did this. It looked so professional. And at the end, aerials and a lift and standing at the top of it all, a 7th grader who, as a young child, I consoled one day and who has always remembered my kindness. She always goes out of her way to say hello to me in the hallways. And at that moment, my heart just swelled.
And silly me, my eyes filled up with tears. I told them it was beautiful as I clapped after the ending. Amanda came and gave me a hug when she noticed I really was crying . . . and I left that building thinking what a sap I was. Can’t even watch a cheerleading routine without breaking down. Good grief.
I come home to my husband and my favorite pup. And later on as I’m going through photos, I find a series of bird shots that my husband has taken. They’re nothing special, and I’m thinking the whole time that I’ve really got to get him a better lens than this Quantaray. And as I’m going through them I realize suddenly how lucky I am that they are here on this disk in the first place. Because it means he’s still alive.
And I suddenly find that tears are falling down my face. Sometimes I really am just a total sap.
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And now, let’s get serious because inquiring minds would like to know . . .
1. How and when did you learn to type?
2. What is your key ring like?
3. What was the last thing you took a photo of?
4. Of the people in your life, who is the Geekiest?
5. When was the last time you had to shout in order to be heard?
See you in the comments, my friends . . .