Signing Off With Sean
There are some things in life that a person will always remember. I will always remember that day when I came home with my literal goal in hand. I'll also remember winning the bowl game against the Bucks on New Years day. I'll remember how Megan and I plotted for weeks so that I would end up living in her and Cam's new apartment and her in mine (we had practically been switching places with each other for months, might as well make it official) I'll remember meeting Cam's parents that summer when I eventually gave into the fact that I needed to see her and just kind of showed up on her doorstep. ("Birthday present!" I announced and she just kind of closed the door on me. Ok no never mind she practically slammed it and then her mother had to let me in. I learned pretty fast that Cam doesn't like surprises.)
I've been with Cam a year to the day. (Nov 19 my friends. No I don't remember it solely because it was a week before the biggest game of my college career. But it helps me to keep the date straight.) And although we aren't as literally perfect as we were last year we're still a great team. (In football too. Just gotta beat Texas baby.)
It's thought that I'll be the number one draft pick and I always hear people talking about my dedication and whole football philosophy because those people still think that football is life.
But little do they know that tomorrow, as soon as practice is over, I'll rush home to my girlfriend and wrap my arms slowly around her waist from behind her while she's standing in the kitchen (and she won't jump anymore because she's gotten used to me doing this) and she'll let her head fall back against my chest with a simple "mmmm" and her eyes will close to show exactly how relaxed she suddenly feels no matter how hectic her day has been. I'll hum her Christmas music (she's one of those weird 22-year-olds that's still obsessed with Christmas) because I know that any time after Thanksgiving the only music she allows around are her "Holly Jolly Christmas songs" and we'll sway a little in our spot until her breathing gets really slow and I know she's a mere moment away from falling asleep.
Then I'll scoop her up into my arms and carry her back to our room where we'll lay with our legs tangled and her head on my chest, sleeping away in one of those horribly adorable ways, and I'll think about how lucky I am.
Because despite whatever I used to think, that's what life really is.
What's done is done and now it's time to have some fun.
And by "fun" I mostly just mean review.