It's opening day for Arkansas Razorback football, and myself, like most other "folk" in the Natural State have been "calling the Hogs" all week long. We're a fairly small state, and we love our Razorbacks. Unfortunately, I don't have tickets to the game in Fayetteville, but that hasn't stopped the excitement from building. Whether you attend a game, watch from tv or listen to radio, all across our state today Hog fans will be out and about, football flags will be flown, Razorback shirts and hats will be the popular attire of the day. Casie, my oldest, received a scholarship and marched in the Razorback band her first year of college. She still talks about the pride of being involved in such a huge event every Saturday in the fall of that year. Today's game will be followed on the radio, since sadly it isn't being televised, but I'll be listening and singing along with the fight song.
The temp is 55 degrees outside...a tease of fall is in the air, and that's all it took for a fall arrangement of sunflowers, multicolored leaves and a scarecrow to grace my front door. I'm poised with pumpkins and other things, but debating over whether it's too early or not. Myself and my cup of coffee are about to step outside and breathe in this glorious day.
Both girls are sleeping peacefully, and I went and peeked in on each of them. Nevermind that they are 22 and 13, I still tiptoe in, peek, and smile whenever I see one or both of them sleeping. It's still a sweet sight all these years later. We had a late dinner after Casie arrived last nite, and a nice evening just hanging out. Today, they will spend the day with their dad, which is a good thing. I'm slowly adapting to our new reality of "sharing separately" instead of sharing them together. It hurts more than I ever knew, but after all these months, I've learned ways to help me cope when they drive away. Staying busy seems to be the key. We haven't quite figured out plans for Sunday or Monday, but I'm just happy to have both girls together.
Today I am thankful for the cool weather, my girls, and yes, my Razorbacks.
