This morning Facebook reminded me that 8 years ago today I was watching Jason play tennis. I would guess from the picture that it was a USTA match at Baseline. Man how I loved watching him play…especially once the kids got older and I wasn’t trying to keep them occupied and quiet on the sideline…lol
Today, I got to watch Levi play in the first match of their season. He is playing 2 singles for Eastview this year. I love to watch him too and can catch so many glimpses of his Dad in the way that he plays, although Jason’s game was doubles! Jason’s Mom and Dad came to watch the match and one of his friends from school. After the match, I turned around and one of Jason’s tennis partners and a friend from way back was standing behind me…Barb (the one standing on Jason’s left in the picture below). I was so stunned. I know I gave her an awkwardly long hug….like I could feel her try to let go at one point, but I just wasn’t done yet. I had been thinking about her just a few days ago for some reason, and then there she was. Made a trip down from White Bear to watch Levi. I did okay chatting with her a little bit and then just started to lose my shit…can you say hot mess? I shooed her away before we both became real disasters, but it was so good to see her…and I hope I didn’t scare her away. Levi won BTW 6-1, 6-0.
I got to spend some nice time outside after the match. And got to writing a poem about one of the ideas that has been rolling around in my head the past few days…happy endings.
Fairy Tale Everyone wants a happy ending The fairy tale The ride off into the sunset Then tragedy hits The prince is gone And darkness falls Loneliness overwhelms the princess Alone in her tower Befriending the plants and the birds Unrecognizable to herself Her kingdom in shambles Her crown tarnished and tilted The plot twists A cliffhanger A new chapter But the princess is lost In the fog of grief Without her prince The weight of the kingdom Heavy on her shoulders Paralyzing her Her most trusted advisors Tell her to leap But her trust in the world is shaken Her poor kingdom has suffered enough One more blow Means permanent decimation So she withers Like a grape On the vine too long Her full potential Yet to be written The pages left blank Waiting for the princess To write her Own ending.
Love, Tennis, and Cancer 