Austin woke up Sunday morning telling me it was "Super Bowl Sunday." He was right. Austin's school-friend, Trace, celebrated his birthday yesterday at a bowling alley. Birthday party time: 4:00. Super Bowl start: 4:30. After Trace's mom introduced herself to me, she immediatey apologized for scheduling a party over the Super Bowl. No problem. I delighted in watching Austin bowl his first frame ever. On his first throw, he knocked down 8 pins, splitting the final two. He picked up one of the two to record a 9 on the first frame in the history of his life. Not a bad start.
I got to watch Austin munch on a red cake, and for some reason, he was the only one who ended up with red frosting all over his face. Either that, or I was the only parent who didn't wipe his kid's face right away (probably that).
I got to watch Austin interact with Trace and his friends, shyly at first, but more warmly with each minute. And then at the end, they gave the kids tokens to go play video games. Austin took me around from game to game, learned how to play them pretty quickly (a shooting game, skeetball, etc.), and amassed tickets as he went. With is tickets, Austin bought a few soliders, and a ring for Wyatt. It was simply precious.
We even made it home in time for the second half of the game.
What a SUPER night.
I love my buddy.
