Here I am, standing on the edges again. On the outside... in agony.
Note to all those how can read the white font: I'm really ok. This is just where I write about the part of my life that kind of sucks. :) truly- I'm just peachy.
I watched the excitement build, the nervousness creep in to their stomachs, the anxiety appear. I saw them get on the line- jump up and down to keep warm- wish one another a final 'Good Luck!' I stood by as they held still at the ready; and I almost fell apart inside as the gun sounded and they all, as one body, stepped over the line and raced across the field. The starting gunshot pierced my being and I fell.
But I didn't show the heartbreak. Not even to myself did I, then, let known my anguish. I was there to support my girls and I did. I screamed and I shouted and I cheered and did all that I could for them


while on the edges again, while on the outside... in agony, I did this.