We live in a college town whose inhabitants love their football.  Like, crazy love.  Start tailgating at 6:00 am love. Watch in sub-freezing temperatures love. Sit outside on billion-degree days love.

True love.

Some people in Our Town even love their football enough to commit their lives to their true loves on a home football game Saturday. Yes, that is my idea of hell, but whatever. Love is crazy.

The Kidling and I had the harebrained idea to go to the Our Town downtown last weekend during a particularly loving display: home football game reverie and jubilant wedding party merriment.  The Kidling–my silly little tomboy and lover of all things bridal– was positively elated by her good luck, even as I cursed my terrible choice. Recognizing a rare opportunity for The Kidling to bliss out on two of her favorite things at once, we paused our errand to watch the happy couple and their dear friends pass through the hoards of football fans. The Kidling’s face was bright as she watched them float through the crowd, telling me, “Even though I don’t know them, I wish them a good time at their perception.”

That’s right, girl. Share the love.

About The Mamahttp://kidlingville.comProfessional talker, editor, emailer, problem solver, adjunct lecturer, blogger, and mother to the brilliantly absurd Kidling.

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