This Child, She's All Mine

For those of you who know me, you know my love of all things sports - especially college basketball, and most especially, March Madness. I've filled out brackets for more years than I can remember, and before Lauren was born, I was glued to my desk watching or listening to the games online and contributing to the overall inefficiency of the American work force in March. And in some of my not-so-fine moments of weakness, there have even been times in March that I have called in "sick" to work - usually with a March Madness fever. If you've ever watched a game with me, then you know self-restraint is not my strong suit when watching sports (a fact met with much head-shaking by my husband, although after almost 11 years, he's at least stopped trying to convince me that the players on TV can't hear me). Thankfully, now that I'm home, self-restraint is no longer a problem. As I sit here, I'm yelling at Georgia to hang on to their lead for just a few more minutes.

I tell you all of this to give you some insight and background for what happened just a few minutes ago. Apparently, my excitement for the upcoming tournament has been noticable to the 2 year old that lives with us. In the 2 and 1/2 years Lauren has been on this earth, I have managed to already instill in her the importance of this time of year. Sitting down to lunch today at her little table in the living room, she looked up at me and said, "Mama, let's watch some basketball." Words that melted my heart and made me swell with pride. So y'all, that's exactly what we're doing - and I couldn't be happier.