It is almost a miracle that I managed to get these onto my window in muddy March. Hope that means all the good luck is coming our way this weekend. Go Renegades!! Go Bastien!!
We are about to head out for an epic St. Patrick’s weekend Tournament at Notre Dame. I’m so glad for Hadley that she has hockey sisters of the same age on this team. I ordered them an Escape the Room game and plan to turn over our hotel room for the cause while the boys play mini sticks in the conference room. Just look at them. Whatever could go wrong?
From the precise moment the kids got off the bus Tuesday, until the very late time they went to bed it was just… let’s just say it’s fortunate for my kids that I’m currently steeped in Lenten meditation on Christlikeness.
It’s also quite fortunate that when we got back from horse lessons, Bastien had this waiting for us:
To a better tomorrow!
Sweet relief! After three months I can see Bastien’s face again! And I can’t even believe how broken up Jim is about it.
Here’s some trivia for ya… In the hockey world, hair is called “flow” or “lettuce”. Nothing makes me laugh harder than hockey hair. And this is just to make Courtney laugh: Bastien says he’s shooting for ?? for spring hockey season.
Playoffs weekend has come and gone. And while we did not win the final, we shared in triumph over something much bigger… justice was delivered to Bastien, who despite his faithfulness and hard work for his OLU team last year, was not considered skilled enough to be invited back. Or, in the coach’s opinion to ever play anything besides third string, or even better than house hockey, for that matter.
I’m telling you, the odds of us even matching up with OLU for the semi finals are pretty staggering. The cards had to fall just right, many, many times over.
When it was certain OLU was our opponent I sent a message out to our team explaining the history. I promised root beers for all the boys and beer for all the coaches in exchange for a win.
The coach upped the anti and gave a speech the night before about how the team had to play hard for Bastien. He pinned up five dollar bills in the locker room to motivate them further. He had Bastien start, and play almost every penalty kill.
If there was an ounce of emptiness in my heart over the former unfair assessment of Bastien, it was filled, many times over during that hour. Renegades won, 3-1. The boys enjoyed their root beers immensely.
Last year when we got the bad news about not making the team, I told Bastien God had a different dream in mind. I told him that always, when one path closes, God is opening a better one. I am so humbled to be proven right.
I certainly had no idea how meaningful I would find the fourth grade wax museum. I am very impressed with kid skills to read and write about and represent a noteable other. It was pure joy for me to take in all this hard work. And my overall impression was, what a magnificent God we have, to create all this inspiration in the world. So yeah, just wasn’t expecting all that from a wax museum.