It got me thinking about what it was like when I was in 6th grade. I remember going to a college gymnastics meet at Northern Illinois University and simply marveling at the experienced college gymnasts, their excitement, their team unity, and their confidence. Had I been given the opportunity to go out and do my beam routine in front of that crowd in a collegiate atmosphere, I might not have been able to breathe!
|One of our incredibly silly moments! At UAA in Alaska.|
I got picked up a lot.
Those moments are a direct result of moments like the one I witnessed tonight. Maybe one of those little girls will find themselves on a college team later in life... maybe they'll be a coach somewhere, and thank God for that one amazing opportunity that planted a seed in her brain about college basketball.
Maybe I'm reaching, who knows... I have a sort of, eternal optimist quality. One that tells me, "Everything really does work out in the end, Al. Stop worrying." (No joke... I hear that in my brain almost every single day). Maybe I'm being all sentimental because I'm exhausted. Or maybe it's because I received a video yesterday of my Angel doing gymnastics... and all I wish I could do was go back in time to that moment.
|A picture taken earlier that week, at camp|
I've watched that video about a hundred times in the last two days. And each time, I can't help but smile remembering how truly happy she was in that moment. Her beautiful smile after sticking it, and that high five... oh, how I would hold that hand a little longer if I could. That is a truly special moment, and I am so grateful that her mom took the time to send it to me.
That's another moment I wouldn't have if it weren't for the moments that helped me fall in love with gymnastics. And I can't imagine not having my moments with Avery. My all time, favorite quote fits this sentiment so perfectly... I probably don't need to say anything else :)
"Life isn't about the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."