My son's flag football team had a fathers vs. sons game. My son was having dreams of victory. We were worried for a few days because it looked like my husband might have to go out of town on business. We prayed. God answered. Game was on!

Of course, I showed up with the video camera. The group of nine year old boys were bouncing around, so excited to be playing against their dads. The Gorillas were winning. The Dads weren't. My husband caught an interception and ran for a touch down. On the way, he tripped, fell and rolled. After the game, he proudly showed off the scrape across his scalp and 'strawberry' on his shoulder. He confided how he was reminded he isn't 10 years old anymore. Those falls HURT!

But it sure was fun cheering for my two little boys.