I have this charming trait where I begin to mourn something being over before the end even comes. Over the years I have done this with vacation time, with favorite television series finales (Friday Night Lights especially), and I am the absolute worst with the holidays.
I guess I just love things a little too much...I adore all the moments looking forward to something and am so happy as it occurs. Then I fall prey to saddness towards the end that it will have already come and gone.
Now it's football season...
Mac cheered at his second to last game tonight...somehow almost ten games have been played in the blink of an eye. Yes, there will be basketball soon and more pep rallies...not to mention three more football seasons in the years to come. Even with so much ahead, there has just been something extra amazing about Mac's first time to get out there doing what he dreamed of doing since he was little.
At least I have one more game to look foward to next week.
