Why would I write about this?
Because as I sit here, working on my blog, he is analyzing film from today's scrimmage. He left the house around 6 this morning and didn't get home until almost midnight. His entire life is football.
I know how important all of this is to him, so I wanted to stay up and see how the day had gone. However, I couldn't help but dwell on how long he had been away. I wasn't angry. It's just exhausting, and the season hasn't even started yet.
As I stared mindlessly at Facebook and wandered around the internet, I decided to Google "football coach's wife" just to see what popped up. I found this post written by Renae Zimmer, and I love this particular section. I'm just going to drop it in here.
I get it. I totally get. This is our life.
Two weeks into our relationship, Josh put his hands on my shoulders, looked me intently in the eyes and said, "I'm going to be a football coach." That was his thing. Mine was an "I hate drugs" speech, and I fully expected a dramatic declaration that he would never touch any sort of drug for the rest of our days together. That was my deal breaker. His? "I'm going to be a football coach." I had NO idea what I was in for, but I was young and in love. :) "Oh, OK, sure!"
Now, I'm married to a head high school football coach, and it's insane. I cannot express how proud I am of him and how much I admire his dedication. It's hard, and I probably complain way too much; but I honestly can't wait for those Friday night lights. :)