September drops gently on Alabama when it comes to weather. The heat of summer fades to a sun-filled embrace that softens at night to light cool caress.
But not on Friday night football games or Saturday morning track meets!
Friday nights heat up as the sun falls beneath the horizon. Youthful bodies don their battle gear and burst onto the field, intent upon the conflict. Here in Alabama, football is king. The game forges champions, or sidelines them with injuries.
This is our family's first full varsity football experience. Our oldest daughter is a first time Varsity cheerleader for a brand-new 2A team competing at the varsity level for the very first time.
The games have been exciting and anything but boring! The concrete stands we sit on act as solar radiators -- a fact that we are not yet grateful for as we lean in to catch what little breeze sweeps through the bleachers.
Early the next morning, my husband and I chase a few quiet moments between our son's cross country Saturday morning meet schedule. Before we know it, the crisp clear coolness we woke up to has been replaced by a stubborn summer sun who insists on baking our son, his teammates, and all the competitors until they sweat and wilt beneath its blaze.
October will be so different. We will probably freeze on Friday nights and wish for our perfect September nights. The cross country team will wear their warm-ups and watch their breath pant in icy blasts.
Every time has its season. Everything its purpose. For us, there will be quiet September mornings...some day in the not so distant future when our nest empties and our hectic lives decrescendo.
But for now, I do not want to miss a beat or skip a moment of the fast, furious, fun, and frenzied lives of two active teenagers (not to mention a tween, as well) all these Friday nights and Sat. mornings in the fall of 2006.
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