I Feel Like My Ancestors

Today I feel like my ancestors. Now that I have given you the history of St. Patrick’s day, let me give you a play by play of my day. To start things off, I had to get up at 7:30am (amazingly enough, all the girls were still sleeping) to get ready for my U8 soccer game at 9am. (no they don’t let me play in that age group because of my size; I’m coaching… haha, frickin hilarious) As I emerged from the bathroom my wonderful wife and oldest daughter with breakfast in hand greeted me. They had made green pancakes for me. A wonderful surprise but a bit weird. I felt a little like the other guy from “Sam I am.” At any rate, they were delicious. After coaching my boys to another humbling loss, I went to a family members house for the afternoon. While Savannah Grace and I were away from the house, my wonderful wife Anita began her plans for our evening. I came home to a dinner of steak and baked potatoes. And not just the “on sale” meat that we usually buy. No, no…this woman bought me a big juicy Porterhouse. The meal was transcending.
So today my wife did what my good friend Pastor Furtick told her to do. She made me feel like a King. Thank you Anita. You are my Queen.