Hockey has begun again.
The Captain came off the ice tonight and his eyes were damp - probably from watering because it was so cold. His eyelashes had frost on them. As his eyes watered, it froze on his eyelashes.
Someday, when he's choosing my nursing home, I hope he looks back on his youth and remembers that his mom (who abhors the cold), stood out there every Tuesday and Thursday night supporting him. In the cold. It better be a really nice nursing home.
Don't go through life without goals. ~Hockey Saying
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And I used to think that I wanted my son to play hockey. But now I'll amend it to he can only play indoors. You are a devoted mom.
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