It was February 8th of last year, when my nephew Cody was in a routine basketball practice and somehow, freakishly, broke his tibia and fibia.
That break meant that the boy who had played ball since he could walk, was going to be out indefinitely.
This also meant when the team won the sectionals last year, he had to just sit and watch from the bench.
And the pictures of the team helping him up so he could cut the net?
So it was a year of uncertainty. Would he play his senior year? Heck, would he ever play again at all? I remember talking to him on vacation last summer, and you could tell he wasn't sure he would play again.
But in that years time, he had lots of therapy, lots of conditioning, and tons of hard work. And Saturday night was the night it all paid off.
I was beyond sad that I could not be there, all I wanted was to be there to watch him play his last game on his home court, but instead I had to settle for non-stop texting all night...
Two hours away, but my heart was in Borden, Indiana.
Heck, the energy in my living room was pretty hyped, I was jumping around and couldn't sit still!
But just like a scene from a movie
These kids did rush the court.
And here is where I begin to blubber, like a big blubbering buffoon.
When I saw these pictures on Sunday morning, I lost it! How shall I explain Cody? Well, he's best summed up as non-emotional, non-excitable, and just generally even. You know, like a line. Yeah, that's Cody.
BUT THESE PICTURES?
It's a whole different Cody.
And it just plain makes me weepy to see him so expressive.
And let's talk game stats: 18 points, and 8 rebounds
And voted first team all sectional. (I didn't know what that meant, but my sis explained it to me)
All the coaches in the sectional vote on who they thought the top players were, and Cody was voted in the top 5 among ALL the teams. Quite an honor.
Next up is regionals.
But for now, it's time to bask in the afterglow.
You hear so many horror stories about teens, and as a parent I think we all brace ourselves for those years.
But I for one, personally know a mom who is prouder than a peacock of her TWO awesome teens.
And I for one am thankful for the difference a year can make.