It’s the eve of the first Gator Game of the season. I’ll put on my gator shirt, fix a table full of snacks and pretend I care. I’m trying to care. Maybe if I fake it for a while, I will care.

So many Saturdays you and I spent together watching THE game. Shouting at the tv. You didn’t care quite as much as I did, but you cared enough about me to act like you did.

Tomorrow, Beau and I will settle onto the couch in the barn and wait for the game. I dragged your huge tv out here. We’ll wear our Gators finery and sing “It’s great to be a Florida Gator… Yes it’s great to be a Florida Gator… Gooooooooo Gators!” He’ll be excited because I’ll act excited.

I would trade every Gator Game for the rest of my life for one more minute with you. Just one.

But God’s not making deals with me. So I’ll teach Beau to love the Gators just as I taught you. And maybe one day he’ll grow up and be an offensive lineman. He’s built for it! Granny can dream… ❤️

We will miss you tomorrow. More than I hope you ever have to know.