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Love and football
Oct. 13th, 2008 03:53 pmMonths ago, our friends S&C asked my husband to babysit their son as they give birth to their daughter. This would be the first babysitting in their son's entire life. Four years old, almost five.
Last week, T told me on our short daily phone conversation that all he truly wanted out of this weekend was to watch the Texas/OU game in HD on our TV. This four hour slot of time was very very very important to him. I agreed to Find Other Things To Do during this time period. I am not a big football fan. I realize this attitude is un-Texan, but I manage to live with the shame.
Last Friday, I flew home from Ireland. I landed about 5pm and T met me at the airport with the news, "They just called me from the hospital. I have time to drop you off, then I have to go pick up the boy." Ooookay... He carried my bag inside the house, picked up a backpack near the door, and left. At 3am, I realized that he was not coming back.
Saturday morning at about 10am, I risked a phone call to his cell. He was alive, but there was loud childish noises in the background. He hung up quickly. At about 10:55am, I stared at the TV screen and decided that he was probably not going to be able to see the game. I DVR-ed it, just in case.
Saturday afternoon, I got a call from the new mom. Baby succesfully delivered. Things seemed to be going fine with my husband and the elder child. I could expect him back sometime in the evening.
At about 7pm on Saturday, he arrived home. He brought Indian food and had a strong desire for a beer. I asked about the game. "I managed to see two minutes at the end of the first half, and one minute at the end of the second half."
"Well, just in case, I DVR-ed the entire thing in HD for you."
In thirteen years of marraige, I have never seen his face light up with such a pure look of love, adoration, relief and joy. Evidently I did something right.
Last week, T told me on our short daily phone conversation that all he truly wanted out of this weekend was to watch the Texas/OU game in HD on our TV. This four hour slot of time was very very very important to him. I agreed to Find Other Things To Do during this time period. I am not a big football fan. I realize this attitude is un-Texan, but I manage to live with the shame.
Last Friday, I flew home from Ireland. I landed about 5pm and T met me at the airport with the news, "They just called me from the hospital. I have time to drop you off, then I have to go pick up the boy." Ooookay... He carried my bag inside the house, picked up a backpack near the door, and left. At 3am, I realized that he was not coming back.
Saturday morning at about 10am, I risked a phone call to his cell. He was alive, but there was loud childish noises in the background. He hung up quickly. At about 10:55am, I stared at the TV screen and decided that he was probably not going to be able to see the game. I DVR-ed it, just in case.
Saturday afternoon, I got a call from the new mom. Baby succesfully delivered. Things seemed to be going fine with my husband and the elder child. I could expect him back sometime in the evening.
At about 7pm on Saturday, he arrived home. He brought Indian food and had a strong desire for a beer. I asked about the game. "I managed to see two minutes at the end of the first half, and one minute at the end of the second half."
"Well, just in case, I DVR-ed the entire thing in HD for you."
In thirteen years of marraige, I have never seen his face light up with such a pure look of love, adoration, relief and joy. Evidently I did something right.
