Rugby Saturday

We drive around looking for rugby games on Saturdays. Weird? Nerdy? Creepy? Maybe. Maybe all of those things. But today as I sat for almost two hours with my little boy engrossed in a local rugby game, I couldn't help but stop. You know those moments that almost feel like slow motion? Those moments that feels as if you are seeing a memory that you will have in 20 years. The brilliant colours on the trees. The back drop of an old university and old church buildings. The smell of fall and sports cream all mixed together in one fantastic smell.

Who knows what Max will choose to do over the course of his awesome life. Lately he fluctuates between a surgeon and a rugby player. Making sure to ask if surgeons eat their dinner or if All Blacks have to go to bed before he ventures to finish a task he doesn't want to do. But whatever he does the smell of Fall and the moments sitting watching a rugby game where we knew not one single fan or player will be etched into our psyche. I like that. It makes me smile. It makes me glad my little boy has passions that he is obsessed with even at two. He's amazing and I'm glad I'm his mom.