Today is a very special day in our home. The anticipation leading up to it, the careful and meticulous preparations, we invite our loved one's over to celebrate that which must be celebrated. It's the one holiday that my husband takes seriously and insists on the entire family acknowledging. It's the Superbowl.
He doesn't care if there are no candy hearts with little sweet sayings on them. If he never had to color an Easter egg he would be fine. If it weren't for beer on the the 4th of July, it would just be another hot summer day. Come November, who cares about pilgrims? He hates turkey. And while he does seem to have some feelings towards Christmas, if the stockings aren't hung by the chimney with care, he'd be fine.
But let us not forget this most special of all Sundays in late January/early February. Let us have a refrigerator full of beer, a plate full of nacho's, and most importantly, quiet. On this day he wakes up like a kid on Christmas morning. His eyes all a glaze, his heart a flutter, the hope and promise of this day. After the game, he'll lay his sweet head down to go to sleep. Visions of first downs and beer commercials dancing through his head. He'll wake up tomorrow, wishing it was still Sunday. Mostly because he has to go to work, but also because it will be so very long before he can watch another football game, and an entire year before he gets to don his faded Vikings jersey, load up on pizza rolls and other disgusting food I only allow on this special day, and sit and watch this glorious event.
So today I say to him, have your day baby. It's all yours. No light bulbs will be changed today. No dogs will stare at you, begging you for something that you can't figure out. All I ask is that if the team you want to win doesn't, please don't go on and on for a year about bad calls like you did last year. And please don't sleep in the same room with me after drinking all that beer and sitting all day, we both know what it does to your system. I'm just sayin'...
Happy Superbowl!
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Melisa: it's like you never left HOuston. It feels just like a conversation and I miss you very much.
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