We went to grandson's football game in Michigan last night. We only stayed for half, but felt we got a good look at his play, and his team was winning (ended up winning 60 to 30). It was parent appreciation night, so my daughter and her husband were called out, daughter accepted a rose from him, and all parents and sons lined up on the side of the field facing the stands. It was quite nice. My husband and I were a little teary because....well, daughter was 17, pregnant, finishing highschool, and facing the decision: adoption/ open adoption/ abortion/ or single mom. We remember those days so well, and tried not to influence her other than to say...we support you; you can live here; we'll help out. Now she is married to a man who looks like, but is not her son's father, and has a good relationship with biological dad's family (biological dad died in 2019). This 6 foot 2,16 year old football player grew up in our house until he was almost 9. He will always be special to us. So we sat there feeling proud, nostalgic, and a whole lot of other things. Also....as we left early, giving hugs to daughter, son-in-law and grandsons, the Michigan crowd was smiling at us, and some shouting...'love you' as we walked away. It helped that my husband was wearing a bright orange/traffic stopping coat, so everyone for miles around would notice us! A fun evening.