Our hometown football season is over. I have spent this entire season reliving my boys senior year.
My mind remembers the last game of 2012. West Blocton vs. Greensboro. I don’t remember the score. I don’t remember the details of any of the games at all. I remember my feelings.
The game was over. We were walking up the hill towards our car. The crowd slows down. I was having my own pity party. I would never see my boys suit up again. Three seniors-Colby, Jacob and Jaeyoung.
Someone says, “What is the exchange student doing?”
I turn around.
There is Jae. My Jae.
On the field. Asking permission to kick one last fieldgoal. And he does.
Not to win a championship. Not for points. For love.
One more time that child showed me how precious life can be.
I have spent many years living. I hope I can spend the rest-loving.
That fieldgoal still wins my heart,