Another time our whole extended family and friends drove down to Houston to see him play. The game was a ton of fun, yet the first thing that I think of happened afterwards, when my husband and I somehow ended up in the same car with our two sons on the way to some restaurant. First time the 4 of us had been alone together in 7 years. We got lost and laughed until we cried trying to find our way back on to the right freeway. By the time we found the restaurant, everyone else had gone back to the hotel. The 4 of us sat in a booth, laughed, ate, and talked ...just like old times. I still smile when I think of that night.

For those who dream of the big moment ... the walk off, perfect game, etc .... please don't miss the smaller ones, especially the times simply spent with your sons. Trust me, in the end, those memories will mean more.