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Your Dreams Are Our Dreams

It's been awhile. My b.

Being married to a coach is tough. There's not much family time and like I've said before, we are so incredibly blessed to be in a program where our head coach believes Sunday's are family days. We have coach friends who's families aren't quite as lucky.

When we got married, I promised Coach, and myself, that I would be as supportive as I possibly could of Coach's job, goals and dreams. I try to be at every game I can. I think a lot of the parents, fans and wives would agree, I'm more than present. I'm pretty loud.. I couldn't help that if I tried. I love football.

Obviously, one of Coach's biggest career goals is a state championship. In turn, this is one of my biggest life-goals too. When you watch you husband invest so much time, heart, passion and tears into his career, it's impossible to not make that one of your dreams too.

I think one thing non-coaching families don't understand is that this is more than just a game. This is our livelihood. This is what essentially pays our bills. This is what Coach went to school to prepare for. This is where our life, as a coaching family, is invested.

Earlier this season, after one heart breaking loss, I put something on Facebook about how difficult it is to see your husband outright devastated. After being asked what's going on, I said that we had just suffered a huge loss to a great, but beatable, team. The impression I got from the responses were "good grief, what's the big deal?! It's a football game!!"

I really wasn't offended because I get it. To most folks, it is just a game. But for a coaching family, it's so much more. He was hired, yes to teach young men more than just a sport, but to essentially win football games. Coaches don't get into coaching without a drive to win. And when you don't, it's equivalent to me losing a client in my job as a recruiter. It's a hit. It's a gut-wrenching, heartbreaking loss, where all you can think about is time spent studying, preparing and busting your butt in hopes that the deck will fall in your favor. Some times it doesn't.

Some times it does.

Two weeks ago, we beat a really tough team in overtime. A team that after the game, was half-way in shock and individually came over to our side and shook everyone's hand. This win gave us a playoff bid.

Last night, we beat another team that I'm positive most thought we would get stomped by. We didn't. We won 49-37.

Not only did the win solidify our playoff bid, but it made us co-district champs. Districts champs for the first time in school history.

We go on to play next Friday, in hopes of extending our playoff season beyond the first round. I realize this isn't necessarily the realization of Coach's big dream, but it's a huge step toward it and hopefully we will take many more forward in the coming weeks. Our playoff appearance two years ago was Coach's first time, either a player or coach, to go into post season. I was fortunate enough to play on softball teams who made play-offs, won championship games and got to see the look on the face's of people who thought we would never be able to even compete.

Last night, Coach got to experience winning a district championship. What an accomplishment!

Coach, I am so thankful to be here with you, witnessing your career dreams become reality. Don't let up though, we have much more to accomplish. And there isn't a coach on this planet I have more faith in than you. I love you.


  1. Love this! Great post! And so true, a lot of people don't realize how much 'away time' there is. You two are so fortunate to get Sundays together! That's awesome. Congrats to you and Coach on playoffs!! That's SO exciting :) I hope all is well!

    1. Thanks Carly!! We are so well, hope your little family is too!!


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