We knew waking up this morning at o'dark thirty, it was going to be a long day. Each of the three different games were at a school an hour away and the forecast called for temperatures in the low 60's with constant rain.
"You know what would be good when we get back home?" My husband questioned behind the wheel.
He continued, "Broccoli and cheese soup...with potatoes in it".
Now, we have a broccoli and cheese soup I make every so often, but I've never added potatoes. I didn't even know how it would taste, but it was worth a try. Different, but maybe good?
Finally reaching the school after driving through the rain, we gathered our umbrellas and headed to the soggy field. My parents joined us with their rain gear as well, and while one of the boys played, the rest of us sat or stood in the constant downfall, under the protection of tents and coats. All except Adam, that is.
From the time the younger teams started warm ups at eight something in the morning, to the final play of the older teams almost seven hours later, he stood, in the rain, uncovered.
Even when there were periods of downpour, I ran with the other kids into our car for protection, while Adam stood, never moving, still watching the game.
When the day finally ended, he climbed in the car soaked to the bone, freezing cold.
"Why in the world did you do that? Why wouldn't you at least hold an umbrella?" I snipped as water dripped from his face and clothes.
Wiping his brow he whispered, "If our kids had to be out in the rain unprotected, then I was going to stand behind them to let them know I was there with them, too."
Needless to say, he got potatoes in his soup - and it was ridiculously better than the recipe from before. (I'll post the new version tomorrow.)
Thank you for being the potatoes in our soup, my love. Our lives are filled with warmth and happiness because of you, even on the rainiest of days.
THANK YOU for moving us UP by CLICKING BELOW each day from any different phone or computer! You are FANTASTIC!!!