Okay, imagine Leave It to Beaver. Only switch out (my celebrity look-a-like) Nanette Fabray for June Cleaver and (Brads doppleganger) Bruce Willis for Ward. (Neither Brad and I are actors, so wed need professionals to play our parts.) Then replace our pup Jack for Theodore (aka the Beav), our dog Jack for Wally and our pup Gussie for Eddie Haskell. (You get the idea...no one has the picture-perfect life of a 50s sit-com.) Well, imagine me just now in my bare feet and baggy pajamas, doing my best June Cleaver imitation as I waved goodbye to Ward. Today, is a big day, worth all the hoopla. On this pretty fall day, my husband coaches his last district meet. Ever. (It would be the equivalent of Ward walking out that door with his briefcase for the very last time. BTW: What the heck did Ward do for a living anyway?) Im off to cheer on Brads CC kids and congratulate my hubby for thirty-five years of loving a sport, reveling in the accomplishments of his runners and counseling and championing those who needed a little extra encouragement. Along the way, he has purchased varsity jackets for kids who didnt have the means, paid home visits when anxious parents thought their child needed his advice and stayed late into the night mowing and lining courses despite the cold and rain. He is proof that one person can make a big impact on the lives of others.This tender-hearted guy is sure to shed some tears...but in the end, I hope he feels the pride of a job well done.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 13:42:40 +0000