This morning I was reflecting on how different my Super Bowl Sundays are in this current season of life than they were five years ago. For the first couple of years after Clayton was born, I desperately tried to cling to my love of football (especially fantasy football) and my Direct TV Sunday Ticket. But over the last few years it became harder and harder to prioritize the time I spent watching football over all of the other wonderful things taking place in my life on Sundays. This year (I can’t believe I’m admitting this) I didn’t even watch a single game. I saw glimpses here and there but there is no longer such a thing as “football day” in my life.
Do I miss it? If I’m honest, not really. I miss the trash talking and fun that I would have playing fantasy football with my dad but now my husband gets to experience that and it’s okay for me to walk away and let that be a thing that bonds them.
But I think the reason I haven’t noticed the absence of something that was such an important part of my life before is