a dream comes true

I don't watch professional football 

but Sunday night when my phone started blowing up with text messages 

and my kids were excited about how things were going

I figured out how to get the game on my computer

and I watched

play after play

heart racing with excitement

and the third quarter with a certain amount of trepidation and dread

not because I am a pessimist,

but because as Bill's wife I knew Cleveland sports teams and their history

then came an early touchdown in the fourth quarter

and I felt hesitant optimism that this year just might be different

when the last play was run I breathed a huge sigh of relief

and then I cried-

happy tears for the victory,

sad tears that adult, ever hopeful, faithful and optimistic Bill did not often get the big win

wishful tears that he would have had this experience

because all I could think was this is something he hoped for,

and believed could happen, 

every. single. year

he would have been ecstatic

(it's a double edged sword to see a dream of his come true)