Super Bowl XLVII Champions!

Hey Little 12th Man Fan,

We made history tonight. No, not you and I specifically, unless you consider our impressive consumption of Muddy Buddies & Fritos hamburger dip to be world record worthy. Naw, tonight wasn't so much about our accomplishments...

Tonight the Seattle Seahawks steamrolled the Denver Broncos 43-8, to win Super Bowl XLVIII. For weeks, people have anticipated the best defense matching up to the best offense in what was sure to be an entertaining fight. I glanced at a few polls, only to learn how much the majority of the nation predicted and cheered for an orange and blue W. But they didn't get that win. The Seahawks played flawlessly and made our blue and green soaked city very, very proud. 

So here's how it all went down. You, your dad and I woke up to the sun shining brightly. A beautiful, blue sky morning. With bed head abundant and pajamas jammin' we ran downstairs, with as much anticipation and wonder as we did on Christmas morning. We turned on the tv and watched ESPN and SportsCenter, utilizing a brief commercial break to run upstairs and throw on our blue and green. Then, with zero seconds to spare, we ran out the door to church. To our surprise, the service  was transformed into a full on Super Bowl trivia extravaganza. After worship and watching Making of a Champion, the congregation enjoyed beef brisket & Skittles together, while sitting at blue and green covered cafeteria tables. Jerseys were worn by young and old, and Hawks decor colorfully awakened the outdated  middle school gymnasium. Strange as it sounds, a 10:00am potluck, complete with Skittles and soda pop just feels right when your team finally makes it to the Super Bowl. 

After church, you and dad rocked it at swim lessons, while I cheered you two on from the wet & wild sidelines. You did great going down the plastic slide, and didn't even scream when your instructor swam too close // with such noteworthy accomplishments I can only imagine you were trying to outshine Russell Wilson on his big day? 

Fast forward thirty minutes and the entire family was huddled around grandma and baba's television set. Uncle Matt, Lauren, and their cute dog Sadie, as well as auntie Amy drove over the bridge to join us.  We ate way too much food. Laughed and cried thru commercials. Okay, maybe no one cried, but I'm pretty sure I did spot auntie Amy wipe away a tear after the Coca Cola commercial. Your dad and I won a few bets and lost a couple others, and uncle Dan created an awesome spreadsheet, complete with prizes for the winners of each category. We watched the pre-game. The game. The post-game. And then some more...

Buddy, I wish you would be able to remember this awesome moment a decade or two down the road. As you lay peacefully passed out in your crib, our entire city is currently on fire. No really, people are celebrating in the streets, setting off fireworks, and I just saw in the news that some hooligans in the U  District are lighting couches on fire. Please don't be one of those fans, or if you are, spare yo mama the worry and don't post anything on Facebook. Okay? 

So there ya have it. A little recap of a big day for Seattle fans. I'm happy that you, your dad and I could all enjoy our first hometown championship together. 

Watching post-game interviews, and reading stories about young and determined Seahawks players who have finally brought the Lombardi trophy home, I can't help but dream about where you might find yourself in ten, twenty years from now. What dreams will you accomplish and where your dad and I will go to cheer you on? I can only imagine - will your passion, hard work, and dedication take us to a science fair, a basketball tournament, a new country, a math Olympiad, a ballet recital, a rally, a choir performance, or a national championship? I guess only time will tell. 

Welp, my Super Bowl recap just became an ounce too sappy and I've officially stuffed ten handfuls too many of Muddy Buddies into my mouth. Must be my cue to close the computer and call it a night. I love you, buddy. More than the Seahawks and I'm more proud of you than any Championship title our sweet city will ever bring home. 

Cheers,

Mama [or as you like to say] Dada