And can I just say that I used to hate all things racing? The only memory I have of racing is when I was a kid, on Sundays, my Uncle David use to make everyone watch Nascar while Grandma finished preparing Sunday dinner. I used to hate it....with a passion. I used to wish that someone would speak up and say, "Hey, let's not watch cars drive around and around in a circle today, whaddya say?"
But no one ever did.
I liked it when Grandma fired up the electric knife to cut the roast because it made the TV go all fuzzy. I secretly hoped he'd mistake it for the channel going out, but he knew the drill. Electric knife running in the kitchen = Fuzzy TV in the living room.
Now, with Matt all into this mini-cup series, I'm finding myself starting to enjoy it. I love watching him out there because I know how much he loves it. And it ends up being quite exciting if you actually know someone on the track. Seeing him smile that big all day long made me smile that big....all day long.
Although most of our Saturday was spent at the race track, we stayed the rest of the weekend at the lake with some of our best pals, Ben, Kristin, Clay, and Jobeth...