The Look

My little Colby Lee, in my honest, accurate and unbiased opinion, is a naturally gifted athlete. By the way, Colby Lee is a nickname Keith started calling him shortly after he was born. We called our dog Mickey, Mickey Lee. Of course it would transcend to our first born human child. Please don't hate us forever Cole.

Back to my topic and cold hard fact: my son loves sports. This age is so great because it's all so fun for him. There's no pressure, worries of commitments to HOURS of practice, no winning or losing. He enjoys the opportunity to run around with his friends. I think he even likes his cheering section.

Do you want to know my most favorite part about watching him play? After he scores or does something great, he immediately looks up and finds me. Then the greatest thing happens, he smiles. A smile that takes away all the frustrations and worries over motherhood and life. A smile that says all is right in the world. It's a second of pure happiness and he wants to share it with me! Oh, it melts my heart. It also insures that I will be at every game come rain or shine, just to see that face. I know my days are numbered. For one day right around the corner, he'll be looking up to see if some cute little girl is noticing his efforts. He'll want to know if she caught that awesome shot. In my head, I know that's a good thing. Little boys break away from their families to start ones of their own. It's how it's suppose to work. Somebody just tell my heart, because this will forever be mine:




This is what he did immediately following his first goal/points/shot ever in a game. Please God, freeze time right...... there! Mental note: Always sit directly behind the girlfriend! That way this smile will somewhat always point in my direction.