Talk about an emotional weekend. I was flying all kinds of high from Thursday night through Sunday and it was just one of those times where I found myself really speechless sometimes. And that’s kind of a big deal for me.
While I share a good bit of my personal life on this blog I don’t overlap too much with my professional life. I think I’ve alluded to my work in healthcare administration but I’ve really left it at that. Over the past few years I’ve gotten really active in some of the professional organizations that focus on career development, education, and advancement in the field including sitting on a local chapter board. I’ve met amazing people and gotten to take part in planning and being involved in some amazing events.
At our annual meeting Thursday night I was surprised when it was announced I had been selected for one of the early careerist awards. I got to take home some super fancy chocolates since the glass award wasn’t available yet – I was completely ok with that.
My mom said how proud my dad would have been of me. And some of the people at the event knew him so I it felt good to know that I was living up to our family name.
Friday I spent some quality time at home with this cutie pie. I took the day off since Ryan and I would be driving to Baltimore that afternoon.
We got into Glen Burnie around 6 and after getting settled in headed to a local mexican joint – Mi Pueblo for dinner. After a short wait we got this GIANT bowl of fresh made guacamole.
Can’t even tell you how amazing it was.
We also were excited because we had been on the hunt for the Flying Dog Holiday Collection which apparently was only available in Maryland. Lucky us – they had a couple of cases left at the first store we went to and the cookie inspired beer was all ours. Of course we had to sample some that night.
If you find yourself in Maryland you probably want to try and track down a case of this. Just saying.
Saturday was the Army Navy Football Game. I hadn’t been to a game since 2007. My dad was a graduate of West Point Military Academy and we had gone to games for years. We would meet up with his old roommates from the Academy and tailgate, catch the game, make a weekend of it. After he died it got harder to go to the games. And after the 2007 game I just couldn’t really bring myself to do it. Then Ryan mentioned wanting to go this year – completely unaware of my history with it. And I said – I bet I can make that happen. My dad’s old friends came through helping us find tickets and oh the emotions.
We went early to watch the March On of the Midshipmen and Cadets and while Army lost (again), it was really magical to me. I felt like some doors I had kept locked up had been opened up again. It was ok to be here and be close to him again.
And as a surprise my cousin and his son ended up making a last minute trip down to the game as well. So we had a chance to see them and possibly get a new tradition started.
We got back late Saturday and I may have been a total bump on a log yesterday.
Minnie was right there with me. A new indestructible stuffed animal that held her attention for two minutes. She was more interested in cuddling with the people who had been gone for a whopping day.
The other highlight of the weekend was one little text message I received while at the game Saturday. Ryan and I are huge Pirates fans. It actually how we met. And this weekend was Pirates Fest. We missed it because of the Army Navy Game which was a bit of a bummer but there is always next year.
One of the coaches on the team has always reminded me of my dad. Rick Sofield – always a smile on his face, always so motivating, just makes me want to go out there and kick ass at everything I do when I see him get amped up over things. I wrote him a hand written fan letter this summer – old school style. I didn’t include a self addressed stamped envelop to get anything back so I never knew if he got it and read it. But my friends know how much I just idolize the guy. At the end of the season this year a twitter friend had a photo printed poster sized and got it signed by him for me when I was home sick and missed the last home stand. And then I got this.
Yeah…. All the feels…
Thanks to Rob Judge for taking a moment to get Coach Sofield’s attention and ask about my letter and then to get a video that I’ve watched way too many times…
It might not seem like much but I felt so close to my dad this weekend…
And on the ride home Saturday night I listened to an hour of Matthew Mayfield songs, and as I drove past the exit on the turnpike to where I grew up Follow You Down came on and I knew as always that he was there.