I went today to watch my oldest grandson in his first ever wrestling scrimmage. It was so hard to watch him be tossed around like a rag doll. He just decided last Sunday that he wanted to join the team. All the rest of these boys have been doing this for a lot longer from the looks of it. My grandson is a tall skinny boy. He's 16 years old and weighs 110. There is skin on his bones and that's about it. He texted his mom and told her he had a busted lip and is bruised up but, he was OK. I just wanted to go over to him and wrap him up in his baby quilt and carry him out of there. I'll have to wait to hear what he has to say about it himself.
Not much else going on today.
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