Football Photos

Friday night my husband & I went out to dinner with friends so our beloved babysitter, Annie, had bedtime duties.

R had been chattering incessantly about football. He even borrowed my camera to photograph his uniform so he could show his class. He took 13 pictures...one of his new red socks, one of the left side of his helmet, one of the right side, the front of his pants, the back, both sides of his jersey, each cleat, his undershirt...you get the idea.

In light of all this talking, Annie was surprised when he didn't mention football in his bedtime prayers. She encouraged him to pray for safety for his game. His reply?
"I don't need to PWAY for safety. I have padded unda-wear."I laughed. It wasn't until this afternoon that I thought about some of the similarly ridiculous things I have chosen to put my faith and trust in. I may not be shunning prayer because of my undergarments, but if I am honest I certainly do frequently find myself placing my faith in the illusion of protection that other things offer.

It was a bright sunny day to kick off our season. I think my husband had as much fun coaching as the boys did playing.


And a final pic of my Junior PeeWee total package: Grandparents cheering on the sidelines, heart, hustle and padded undies. :)