So I’m curled up in bed with Winston by my side ready to fall asleep..
You know..After years of injuries gotten from sports mostly..I guess.. You know, The broken bones, Knee injuries, feet issues..Don’t forget the 67 stitches on my hand from sliding into a metal bench during a high school basketball game..My head bouncing on the floor..Me punishing my boys on the court and them punishing dad for years..( Such fun..Thank you God )
I think my back has gave out.. I go for an MRI at 6:30am in the morning..
Gosh Lizards.. It was so much fun to play when we were young.
I can’t forget those fun moments.. ( Yea..I know just another surgery so stop crying like a little girl )
When my kids and I played ball.. ..I taught taught them how to play basketball..When Jordan was like 7 or 8 and I gave him his first hard block and he ran crying inside to mommy..And Mom came out staring and then yelling at me…How much fun we had..When he grew strong he nor any of the boys showed the old man mercy..How many nights did all of us play outside? I cherish those dear memories.. Maybe not David at 280lbs and 6’3” dropping me down for trying to run in the middle.
Pops? Are you Ok? gasp.. sure I’m fine..coughing..( he finally got me back )
So.. I know my back is going to flunk the MRI in the morning..
But those wonderful memories…Well.. I love you guys while I go though this..And you know what? I love the pain killers I’m eating like candy..yummy..