Yesterday  I joined my husband and father-in-law for a delightful afternoon in Annapolis, Maryland. I will start off by saying this: as a kid, I had absolutely no knowledge of or interest in the sport of lacrosse. In fact, my high school did not even have a lacrosse team (such a shocker to my husband's family). My only memory of this sport prior to meeting my husband was about a 3 day visit with it in 7th grade gym class. I have a vivid memory of me standing in the goal praying to God that I wouldn't get hit in the face with the ball. 

All that to say, I am still working hard to learn the ins and outs of this precious sport. 

We spent about about three hours roasting in the hottest sun of the season and cheering on "our" team, Johns Hopkins. They were up against a huge rival and neighbor, University of Maryland. I enjoy watching sports, I really do. But, I have never ever been one to hoot and holler at the people on the field. That just does not come natural to me... at all. I mean, come on, they have absolutely no idea that I just yelled, "come on d!"

I actually was able to cheer and clap like the rest of them...and it felt good! There was just something about sitting there supporting the Blue Jays that was really fun. As I stopped over-thinking the silliness of the screams and boos, I found myself really starting to enjoy the game. Now, I must tell you, I'm taking baby steps. I will humbly admit that I chose to wait in line for 20 minutes (missing the entire 3rd quarter) for a yummy veggie burger. I came back to my seat worried that my husband would say something smart how much time I had wasted in line for a patty of "chopped up veggies being held together by some soy products"...but, instead he happily smiled. I could tell that my efforts to learn the sport and become a fan of his team brought a little smile to his heart. 

Which, of course, made my sunburned, dehydrated self  feeling even more loved. He is always willing to "take it slow" for me--restating the rules multiple times and answering my embarrassingly silly questions. 

It was a good day. 

I am amateur enough in the sport to say that....considering I did enjoy myself, even though they lost miserably. 

Love Always, 

Amber