Flashing back to 2 years ago....

My youngest, the homebody, agreed to go to a basketball camp.
That meant that I got to drive her
an hour each way,
every day,
for a week.

And I was thrilled!

Not because she agreed to try it, though that was great!
Not because she'd learn more about basketball, though that was a bonus.
Not because she'd be "socialized" with a whole lot of kids her own age, though that was, well, never mind...
Not because we had to get up early and get on the road, though that was interesting.
Not because I got to sit on a cement floor for most of a day, though I met some great moms.

I was thrilled because it was a Meadowlark Lemon Basketball Camp.
I remember Meadowlark (can I call him that?) from his Harlem Globetrotter days. I saw them when I was young, and they were amazing!
The man is 76 and he still got game. He was gentle and elegant, even. The man is a legend! Forgive me, but I was all giddy and I just don't do giddy.

And he touched my shoulder. *swoon*