The familiar sounds of hockey…takes me back to undergrad when my brother and sisters had me come along and help do manager things…and then they graduated.  And Coach asked me to call lines.  And so there I was,  a dumb college girl wearing flip flops in the dead of winter,  stressed-sick because…well how am I supposed to know how to call lines? But we made it,  and I loved them,  and all those weekends in St. Louis!
And now I’m a hockey wife (who finally will play in practice now and again). I suppose it was the logical next step. 

But bet,  I have my knitting on my lap.  I’m not trying to go 3 hours with nothing to show for it. 

Good grief our babies are going to be the cutest little athletes in the world πŸ˜™πŸ€—πŸ˜„πŸ˜—πŸ˜£πŸ˜₯πŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­πŸ˜©

And I suspect George will be over here like πŸ˜’. Go faster. 

πŸ˜‰ (woof, someone’s in an emoji mood! βœ‹)

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