Every parent’s nightmare….
The fall breeze flew gently across my cheeks as I bundled up Cherrie for another morning of little league football. We had our purple and gold ready to cheer Marshall on. The smell of freshly popped popcorn and hot dogs filled the air as the cheerleaders were chanting the teams fight song. As we set up our lawn chairs we laughed as parents and coaches yelled at the refs because they didn’t like a call on a play.