Originally uploaded by Krheiser
While I was at home with a sick 10-year-old, my youngest was off winning a 3rd place medal at his wrestling match. I'm so happy for him. He was on cloud nine and doesn't care at all that he was destined for a medal because of the number of kids in his weight class (there were only three of them!). All he cares about is that he has a medal. Finally.
So I am happy for him. I loved seeing his smiling little face coming through the door.
His dad had to deal with the tears after each loss on the mat. And I'm okay with that!