While I don’t often regret our decision to opt out of hockey, there is something fundamentally Canadian about hanging out in a damp, chill arena on a Saturday morning with a hot cup of coffee watching a practice or a game.
Thanks to my awesome niece, I get to experience it just often enough to enjoy it and remember that it’s only fun for about the first 40 minutes or so. It was a lot of fun cheering her on, though.
Isn’t she awesome? I love that the only girl grandchild turned out to be the hockey player in the family. 🙂
I love this… we also “opted out” of hockey….. and in our family, the only grandkids playing hockey are my niece & nephew living in the Middle East!! kind of ironic, but I know for them it is a way to be connected with their Canadian roots!
That’s my girl – go get’m Brooke – love Granny