Dressed as a UGA Cheerleader or maybe a linebacker, she'll be laughing and having a good time swinging in a portable swing hanging from the red and black pop up tent beside her nephew Ethan ... who will also be dressed as Quarterback or a UGA cheerleader.
Ethan's ready.
Che's not born yet.
You can't start planning too early.
College football season hangs in the air with the salt from the Ocean circling on the horizon as Pelicans dive for fish and Dolphins slice through the water.
It's a magical time of year as summer remains and football begins.
God I love it.
And have celebrated it my entire life ... cause I was raised right.
Sarah struggles to understand and I love her more for trying so hard.
When I was little, my Dad would pile David and I in the car before the sun rose on Saturday mornings to drive to Athens where we bought scalp tickets and watched the University of Georgia play football.
It was pure magic ... being with Dad, meeting friends, tailgating, fried chicken, listening to Munson, looking at the Co-eds all under a clear blue sky in the Classic City.
Disney World can't replicate such magic.
When my kids were born, first Dad and I ... then just me ... passed the magic on and now, Jeremy's passing it on too.
I still try and Maddie, our clueless 14 year old who knows everything, is my game mate and I watch catch the magic.
Try as I may I can't explain it all to Sarah.
There is so much tradition ... so many memories, glorious wins and crushing defeats, family and friends ... it flows through my veins ... is part of my DNA ... so much more than a football team ... or a game.
It pleases me immensely our girls wear red and black ... by choice ... stop to watch as I'm watching ... high five me and give me a hug when we score ... understand Saturdays are special in the fall.
Now Ethan's here.
Che's coming soon.
It makes me so damn excited to pass on something so special that was passed on to me ... a gift I cherish, relish and enjoy!
The older I get, the more I count my blessings ... the more I want to share them with my kids and grandkids ... friends ... and Sarah most of all.
Because every Saturday morning in the fall ... I'm a little boy again ... as David and I jump in the car with Dad for a magic ride ... and do magic things ... in a magic place.
Ethan's already looking good as his folks have him ready for the highest of High Holy Days.
He's kicking off the season for our family.
Sarah and I will have Che to join him when the Beloved Dawgs of Georgia finish!
Thank you Dad.
You'd love what's going on now.
