After volunteering this past week for the World Meeting of Families, on Friday afternoon, I rushed and picked up Matthew and Timmy from school, so that we could begin our trek to Notre Dame. First, we took a train to the airport, and then a plane into Chicago, and then, after traveling for 7 hours already, we took a 4 hour shuttle bus trip to get to Notre Dame. We were trying to meet up with Anna, Lily, and Chris, who drove out to Notre Dame on Thursday to meet up with Jack for Sophomore Parents' Weekend. By the time we arrived, it was almost midnight, and we were exhausted.
We woke up the next morning, had breakfast at the hotel, and then drove over to Notre Dame. I hadn't been there since April, when it was a quiet Easter weekend, and it was the first football weekend I had ever attended.
I must say that now I understand why people are so crazy about Notre Dame football. I realized as we were sitting in our seats (in the most uncomfortable seats I have ever sat in....), that this was the first football game I had attended in 35 years! I, obviously, am not a football fan.
But, my son, Jack, goes to Notre Dame, which makes me a Notre Dame football fan. But more, I guess, I am a Notre Dame fan. The whole place. The whole place is really fabulous. I can't begin to tell you how happy I am that Jack is able to have this amazing opportunity to have that type of college experience.
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