Last night Jack and I hopped in the car and headed off to Anthony's basketball game. He plays on the JV team at his high school. I couldn't help but remember all the times we loaded up our van over the years and went to our kiddos games. Jack and Craig were the only ones who played basketball and of course it's a Winter sport so over the river and through the woods with snow, cold and wind was the usual for us. Often Jack's parents came along. I couldn't find the photo of them I took while they were all cozy in the cheap seats in the back of our van! They supported their Grandkids in all activities. We're trying to do the same. It's what Grandparents do I guess. I remember going at top speed down to Columbus airport to pick up my Mom so she could be at the gym for Senior night. (That's senior in high school, not old folks night! Ha!) We arrived just in time to see Craig walk out. Whew! So many games that had us cheering, leering (at the refs!), shouting, stomping our feet, standing for the National Anthem, feeling so proud of the kids and also either so happy for the win or sad for them when it went the other way. I remember crying at the very last games of their high school careers. Time was fleeting toward adulthood and saying goodbye, even to all the running and craziness of those years, was bittersweet. All this was going through my cranium as I watched Anthony on the court.