I remember back when the boys were around one year old, my mom was in the car with me and we were headed back to my house. I distinctly remember crying telling my Mom that I just hoped that Bryce would never be interested in sports. I never wanted him to love sports knowing that he would probably never get to play.
God must have been laughing at me that day. I am pretty sure there is no other kid that loves sports quite to the extent that Bryce does. He absolutely LOVES watching sports - any sport. From football to basketball to golf and tennis - this kid LOVES all sports. He gets so into watching them on T.V. that it is next to impossible to hold him. After any game (if you have held him) you are sure to feel like you got an upper body work out. The kids absolutely LOVES it.
When I first realized Bryce's love for all things sports - I was mad. Really? Why would God let this little boy love sports knowing that he will probably never get to play? Over time I changed my view... Just because I think that he would be upset or unhappy because he cannot play doesn't mean that is how Bryce views it. What if he truly is just happy to be a fan? To be able to sit back and watch all of the action in front of him... What I believe defines happiness for Bryce really might not be his definition of happy. Sometimes you have to adjust the way you view things - spin the positive right?
So since surgery has been creeping up on us quickly, we have been trying to make as many memories as possible. We took the boys to their very first Cincinnati Reds baseball game. I didn't think that Bryce would get much out of the game. Being in the stadium is fun and exciting, but I didn't think he would be able to see much of the action. It would be very different than watching the T.V. with all the action up close. I couldn't have been more wrong. Bryce had the time of his life. He LOVED being there and he got to watch the game. He was yelling, laughing, trying to leap off our laps - he was loving it.
Cohen loved it but for different reasons. He loved the huge bag of popcorn and the fact he got to drink some Coke.... He loved the kids play area that we had to keep going back to the entire night. Both boys loved it and both boys experienced the night very differently but they both had an amazing time. ...and so did we.
At one point Matt looked at me and said, "This is Father's Day." It was a night to remember and one we will never forget.
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