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Blog Post: Just a Simple, Beautiful Day


Blog Post: Just a Simple, Beautiful Day



It wasn’t anything extravagant.

No big trip. No dramatic event.

Just a simple, beautiful day spent doing the things that matter most—with the people who matter most.


Bella and I went bowling today.

Just the two of us.

She wasn’t feeling great and had to stop a little early—maybe dehydrated, maybe just worn out from the week.

Still, we had fun. She beat me, of course.

She usually does.


But I’m getting better.

Smoother release. Better timing. More control.

Not just with the ball—but with myself.

I used to want to win.

Now I just want to be there.

To watch her.

To enjoy her.

To share the lane with her, one frame at a time.


We’ve got State coming up this weekend—right here in Odessa and Midland.

That’s rare. Normally it’s a long road trip to Tyler or Fort Worth or Houston.

But this time, the road came to us.

And I’m grateful.

Because this season has been more about being home than going anywhere.


Bella’s got a friend spending the night.

Barbi’s outside, soaking in the breeze as the storm begins to roll in.

And me? I’m inside, flipping back and forth between the Women’s College World Series and the NBA Finals.

No hurry. No pressure. Just presence.


It’s the kind of tired that feels right.

The kind that comes after giving your attention to what matters.

The kind that reminds you:

“You were present today. You were there.”


And for me, that’s everything.

 
 
 

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