Worth It.

Yesterday was a long, long, long day. I cannot believe how long it was, even though it felt longer for some. My sister had her first Senior night, it was early in the morning not at night, and it was a first for all of us besides her. We had never gone to her early morning games because they’re usually away. Since Emily is now a senior, we’ve been trying to take our nana out with us. She went to my Homecoming in 2010, it was weird, because I didn’t know where she would be until I was in line with everybody. Emily was already practicing with her team, but she knew ahead of time she was coming. To make thing even better, our dad went too. He had to go because my parents had to walk her across the field after her game was over. Even before the game had went to halftime, we had a mini surprise. We knew my Uncle David and Aunt Kat were coming down, because it was planned that way. It was going to be a two thing day for most of us. Soccer game in the morning and family time in the afternoon. Well, they came very early and brought another surprise. My cousin Kristi came with them!

After the Senior thingy, the boys game started and Emily and my parents were slowly making their way up the hill up to their seats. My mom said she didn’t cry, but one of the boys’ mothers made her a special soccer picture and frame and they both started crying. Emily loves soccer very much. She definitely regrets not doing it earlier in high school. By the time the guys game got started. Dad had left, and both David and Kat went to McDonald’s without telling Kristi. She was not happy. So the rest of us girls stayed and watched the boys play and like before, they were aggressive and intense. My nana was a bit surprised I think. We only stayed until the guys’ halftime began then mom took nana back to her house and came back and loaded Kristi and I up. Emily came back after the boys game was over. Which was probably a good idea because while I was at nana’s. Mom took Papaw to the beauty polar to get his hair cut. Then mom dropped him off and went to get her’s done. Kat and Kristi did some errands and visited the new interstate. In the mist of all this, my nana, David and I were enjoying our interesting talks about his life on the road, driving his semi, talking about life, dreams (which was cool!) and other crazy things we probably shouldn’t have talked about.

After everybody was back from wherever they were, almost everybody was ready for pizza. My uncle is always ready for pizza. When everybody had a few smoke breaks and a couple of laughs. Almost everybody left again to get stuff for the pizza and mom did my nana’s errands. Emily left for a bit. I thought Kristi went with my mom, but she didn’t. She was outside and then I started hearing voices outside. I saw someone’s head out of the window. I recognized her right away, it was Brooke. The other one, it took me forever to figure out. I actually had to move the wheelchair over by the window without falling out of it just to peek out and see who this other person was, and found out it was Brittany. I got excited and told nana so we started hitting on the that side of the house to get their attention. Brooke didn’t stay very long, but Brittany stayed until after we finished the pizza. Between David and papaw, it was almost like a race to who was going to eat the most. Emily was the only one who ate last. Kristi left in the middle to visit a friend. Then after visiting with everybody, right before Brittany left, mom decided she was tired. For some odd reason, my energy was just fine. I didn’t even go to bed until 11:30, that just shows you I was a energetic person yesterday. I woke up tired as hell and hurting all around. Not cool, but it was all worth it.

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