Basketball is life...

It's a little melancholy over here.  Bear with me...Here we are, on the day of Jonathan's final high school basketball game.  He started playing ball when he was 5 with the Rec. district in Estes Park.

 He did that for years until he was old enough to play with the middle school.  Then he played Gold Crown in 7th and 8th grade, only to get sidelined mid-season with a broken collarbone.

 Then he played 2 years with Estes Park High School and now 2 years with Liberty Christian School.

  I can honestly say that I have loved every minute, and I'm pretty sure Jonathan has too.

  I wish I knew how many games that added up to.  It's been a lot of road trips, a lot of Gatorade and countless hours of practice.  Jonathan has had some good coaches and some really great coaches.

  But, now, I don't know how I feel about this chapter being over.  It's kind of odd, knowing that this is the last game.  How often in life do we get to really let it sink in that this will be the last time we get to do something?  Not often.  It seems cliche, but we hear people say, "Live every day to the fullest; you never know if it will be your last."  It's true, though.  We don't know if today will be the last day we can hug one of our friends, play catch with our kids, make dinner for our family, or hear our grandma's voice on the phone.  I don't mean to get morbid or anything, but it's just something I'm thinking about today.  I'm going to watch this game more closely than I usually do.  I'm going to take more pictures,  I'm going to cheer a little more loudly, if that's possible. (Sorry, Luke)
But it's the last time I'll get to do it.

  Life is such a gift.  Each experience is meant to strengthen, enrich and fulfill this life that we've been given.  So tonight, I'm going to put on that red shirt, camera and Colorado flag in hand, and watch a basketball game.