Today was a day of pride for Michael, because Gabby attended her first ever Texans football game. To celebrate I surprised Michael with a new red Texans shirt and even found one at Good Will for Gabby for $1. You would be surprised how many battle red shirts I found there for such a low price. I think Michael enjoyed Gabby and I fully participating in the event, attire included. If you have never been to a professional football game, it is a day event. We left the house around 9:15 and didn't get home until about 4:30.
Before the game we allowed Gabby to walk around to burn off some energy. She danced and met three of the cheerleaders, who signed her shirt and took a picture with her and Daddy. Once in our seats Gabby was not too sure about the loud noises, but quickly acclimated when given (usually forbidden) snacks. Gabby received a lot of attention including hi-fives and behaved surprisingly well throughout the game (even though the sun was burning down on us until after half-time). Once the shade found us Gabby was a very happy little girl, giggling, dancing, clapping and cheering for the Texans. It was a very fun day, although Michael said it was a little stressful too keeping Gabby happy during the game and watching the game. Gabby brought the Texans good luck because they won the game! I don't know if we will take her to another game, but I would say this experience was a success!
Everyone knows that being a parent is full of sacrifices and some are more difficult than others. So far being a Mom I have "sacrificed" my skin thanks to stretch marks, my youthfulness, thanks to the worries that cause the new wrinkles I notice weekly, my pretty legs thanks to the varicose veins I received during pregnancy that never went away, the comfort of sitting thanks to the back pain I have had ever since pregnancy, a good night’s sleep, and the list goes on... However, none of these things truly feel like a sacrifice (although I do miss sleep and my non-damaged body) they are just part of being a mommy and I wouldn't trade parenthood for anything! Today, however, a very difficult sacrifice was made, although I know it was the only choice. Ranger, the dog Michael and I had for 7 ½ years, was given to a new home today. He bit Gabby on her head when she was about 9 months old and then about a week ago he nipped at her and unfortunately that was the last straw. M
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