Matt and I were making super bowl plans the other day. Mostly deciding what to eat. I asked him if he remembered our first Super Bowl in North Carolina. He remembered who was playing. Who won. I remembered going to our good friends, the Bauer's, house and eating meatball subs. It was the first time I'd ever had a meatball sub. But what I remember most was what was on my mind. I had a sneaking suspicion that I might be expecting. I went to the clinic on the base the next day and my suspicions were confirmed. We were having a baby!
We talked about some other Super Bowls. Realized the last time we threw a party was in 2002. I was pregnant with our third child and going for an ultra sound the next day. We already knew she was a girl. I found out on my first visit. This was the routine 20 week check. Where they totally check the baby out, measure everything, give you a thousand pictures to stick on the fridge. But it was taking forever. And the tech kept checking and rechecking. Measuring and remeasuring. And there were so many pictures. Too many. We were told (and shown) that our baby girl had fluid in her abdomen. And quite possibly around her heart as well. We were given some weak explanations and a referral to a specialist the next day. Long story short (because that story really needs to be documented on it's own) baby girl was fine. But she taught her parents a lot in those few scary, uncertain days.
As we were getting ready to watch the game tonight, the kids were recalling last Super Bowl Sunday. We flew home from Chicago and the flights were wide open. Because who wants to be on an airplane during the Super Bowl? And I was thinking the kids will probably always remember that Chicago trip at Super Bowl time.
On this Super Bowl day we drove an hour to get to church. We attended the ward of one of Matt's brothers and his sister too. Matt had the opportunity to ordain his brother to the office of priest. He gave him a beautiful blessing. Typically, this is something that happens when young men are sixteen. But this brother stopped being interested in church when he was a teenager. He has recently had a change of heart.
It's interesting the different memories that we associate with different events in our life. Super Bowl Sunday is typically a fun evening, spent with family and friends. Good food. Good memories made. I hope what I remember about this day is that miracles happen, hearts can be softened, and prayers are always answered.
1 comment:
Oh Le, what a beautiful post. Thanks for sharing a portion of your life here, and this sweet message of hope ...
And I would like to add that the first time Jeff and I had "Sunday dinner" at your parents home it was Super Bowl Sunday. I have remembered it every year since.
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