I've waited for a lot of things in my life. Most importantly, the day I married my best friend and the arrival of the four beautiful souls that have graced my life. But what I'm waiting for now...it's leaving me completely stressed out. I've stress-ate a little today. Thankfully, it's been cherry tomatoes and frozen grapes, but the butterfingers in the candy jar might win the war if I don't do something else. So, I thought why not blog? I can talk out my stress here instead of to those little candies in the yellow wrapper.

So, what am I waiting for you ask? More appropriately, "we" are waiting to hear if Meg did well and got on a traveling basketball team. Holy crap! The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy. I've actually started answering all phone calls that come in, even the ones I know for sure are telemarketers, just because I don't want to miss something.

Backtrack to Monday, Meg and I walked into Century Junior High and took in our surroundings. There were 22 5th grade girls in all trying out for an "A" team and a "B" team. We got her signed in and off to the gym. Parents are not allowed in the gym. At first, I hated this, but then I realized that this was the best thing for the girls. Other parents won't be allowed to watch Meg and I can't see the other girls. This settled me somewhat, but I'm sure you're wondering more about Meg's nerves than mine. She was nervous while we were driving to tryouts, but later, walking into the gym, she said she wasn't nervous at all and was just excited to be playing basketball again.

Tuesday was better. She needed to pick a jersey size, short size, and warmup tee size. She was excited about all of that and ready to tryout again. She says she did great and I have no doubt that she put 110% into everything she did in that gym. I'm told that getting these sizes doesn't mean you made the team, it just means that they need to be prepared to get the season started once the teams have been chosen.

But, perhaps the sweetest thing in the last two days was when Meg had to pick her jersey number. She needed to pick three numbers she wanted with #1 being her first choice. She chose #42. Why, you might ask? Because her Great Uncle Dick (my Dad's older brother) was #42 when he played for the University of Minnesota. Both her and I feel like he's been watching over her since he died last November. A few weeks after he passed away, Meg had the best game of her life. Since that game we have felt like he's her "basketball angel".

Sometimes I am amazed at the level of compassion that my children display. I am so very proud of each one of them and their special gifts. Watching Meg talk about why she wanted Great Uncle Dick's number, I was in awe. What a beautiful heart this child has. She will make a wonderful mother someday, and if she continues on her current path, she will be a marvelous preschool teacher.

Well, off to put four children to bed. Paul just landed at the airport after spending the day (yes, the day) in Denver for work. I wanna make sure that the house is kind of in order when he gets home. Oh, and I have a little bit more to do with my blogger site. The new title came into my head about a week ago and I loved it. It sounded funny, but finding a crazy junk food layout can be rough.

Will let you know how the bball tryouts turn out.

Cheers Sweethearts!