About last night: Wells’ very first Blackhawks game!
We donned matching jerseys, grabbed a delicious-but-quick-dinner at Grange Hall, and eagerly made our way into the United Center.
No one was more excited than our little boy. ENTRANCED is the right word. He loved every single moment of the game- the hockey, ice cleaning, music, cheering (‘More goals, Mama!’), hot pretzels, dancing, and overall observing, which made for an unbelievably cool family experience.
Our seats are in the first row of the second level, which is kind of an ace in the hole for people with kids. We sat in our seats with Wells standing in front of us, peering at the game through the foot tall plexiglass guard that stood before him (well over his head and safe). It was easy relaxing for us, entertaining for him, and pure joy to watch the fans around us react to the littlest patron.
The evening could not have gone better or been more memorable (um, except for the Hawks losing). I had been a tad apprehensive because one truly never knows what they will get when a kiddo is up WAY past his bed time. Turns out, a new Blackhawks fan has emerged!
After we drove home and tucked Wells into bed, Fitz and I sat at our kitchen table, splitting a piece of takeout key lime pie from Grange Hall.
"I’ve dreamed of stuff like this, nights together like this as a family, I said, taking a small bite of pie.
"Me too," Fitz said, smiling. "Me too."