At the end of the game, #1 Grandson was still all smiles. His team had won. It no longer mattered that the play following the play where #1 covered a fumble, his team turned the ball over with their own fumble. He still was tasting the one moment so sweet when he was the hero. As Gramps and I were walking off the bleachers I caught #1's eyes. I flashed a thumbs up and he flashed that smile and waved the wave that melts my heart every time. Yep, the move was worth every bit we did, every drop of sweat, every cherished thing, all the downsizing and even leaving dear friends. That one, freckled, sweaty young teen proudly smiling and waving to his grandparents.
Go Chisholm Cougars!