This past weekend was a tough one for us. The Mr. has had one dream since he was four years old. He’s focused on it for years. He’s trained for it. He’s lived it. He’s breathed it. Admittedly, it’s been tough on our marriage at times. But I knew from the very beginning what my place was–that I came second to that dream. And I was okay with that. I wanted to be that supportive wife. Because let’s face it–I had a dream too. I was ready to be that wife. I was ready for him to make that much money. Really–I was. That was my dream. And that’s why this weekend was doubly hard. For both of us. Both of our dreams were crushed. Both. Crushed.
See that guy running in the right of the picture? That’s my Mr.!!! See, the Bills started their training camp and we knew that this was our time. So we had him suit up and get out there. He was ready. READY I say. And boy was I ready! He ran some killer hot routes. I mean, killer! It was everything he had ever dreamed of . . . but alas–it was not to be. The coach cut him the first day. The first day! He was robbed. Plain and simple. ROBBED.
Okay, so maybe that guy in red is actually Fitzpatrick (the Bills’ starting QB), and maybe my Mr. was actually suited up like this . . .
But man oh man–you better believe that his heart was on that field!
So you’ve probably guessed it by now, but the Mr. and I went to the Bills training camp at Fisher College this past weekend. Needless to say–the Mr. was pumped. Because training camp means that there’s still hope. Hope for what may be . . .
I’ve never been to a training camp before, so this was a first for me. And turns out it was a first for the Mr. too! It was cool to see the players all up close and personal. And they looked good! Looks like it’s going to be one heck of a season . . . and the Mr. got his training program, so he’s ready . . .
Are you READY?!