Going into a three-day work week (blessed, I know :)), I'm thinking about my wonderful weekend.
Friday night my dad and I got to go to our annual UNC basketball game. We have gone to at least one together every year for the past three years. I love this sweet tradition! Chapel Hill is one of my favorite places and Carolina basketball is a tradition second to none.
Saturday we headed to Boone for the first Appalachian football game I've ever been to with my parents. My dad and I have gone to lots of basketball and baseball games together, but he had never been to an Appalachian football game, and my mother hadn't been to one since 1975. She doesn't usually like sports, which is funny (and sad) to me, so it was pretty cool and rare to get to go to a football game with them. My mom's first Appalachian football game as an alumna! haha...
I just wish my brother didn't have to work and could have come :(
***I may have eaten an entire funnel cake because YOLO***
As I sat in the middle of some of the people I love most in the universe and looked out at one of my favorite views in the world, I couldn't help but think about how blessed I am. It's so easy to take things for granted, and I'm determined not to.
***There's something about being in the football stadium ("The Rock") and looking out and seeing the majestic quiet mountains and being nestled all snugly in the middle of God's Country, 3,333 feet above sea level, closer to the angels with some of the most precious people. I just CAN'T EVEN.***
Thank you, Jesus.