11.1

I'm writing this at 7PM on Sunday Night. Today has been a good ass day, and will be even better if the Royals beat the Mets tonight and win the World Series. I'm fired up! 

My day started at 6AM. Earlier than I prefer for a Sunday. Al called me before the sun came up to let me know that she was at her gate waiting for her flight to bring her back to DC from Alabama. She had to go work down there for a few days, I was ready for her to come back to me.

Waking up early to a phone call from Alex brought back memories. When we were long distance, she would call and wake me up EVERY DAY. It would be around 7 here in DC and 4 where I was out in LA. I love to sleep, so when I started sacrificing sleep for her, I knew that something serious was going on here. For months, she would ask the same question when I picked up the phone half sleep, "What are you doing?" What do you think I'm doing? Just up, hanging? Playing ball? Partying? You think I got chicks in the living room getting it ooon and they ain't leaving til 6 in the morning? I'm sleeping! She asked me what I was doing when she called this morning, even though I was clearly still half sleep. I told her that I was sleep, she didn't care, kept on talking. I was trying to stay awake and pay attention but that wasn't happening. I told her that I loved her and would be at the airport waiting for her in a few hours. 

 Other than the early wake up call, this Sunday has been going just the way that I like my Sunday's to go. After I picked Al up, we had a big breakfast, took a great nap, the Chiefs kicked ass, took some fun pictures, went to the mall, (didn't ball, didn't holla at broads, sorry Pimp C) picked Bun up from her grandparents, came back to the house with a couple of hours to rest before game time.  

Notice that I only ate once today. Not good for any day, especially a Sunday. Where is Big Mama when you need her? So we're all chilling, Al is editing photos, Charleigh is having a magic show, high off Halloween candy, and I'm starving. I remembered that I had some leftover wings from last night. I jump up, pop my 8 lemon pepper wings and rice in the microwave. I could already taste them. I could've finished all of them last night, but I saved them specifically for this moment. It's not much better than leftovers that you forgot that you had.

I went to take my shoes off, I like to be comfortable when I eat. I hear Alex from the other room, "what are you making babe?" I'm thinking, "who wants to know?!?" I knew that she was already full, she ate at the mall. I came out of our room and told her that I had some wings left over from last night. As soon as I finished my sentence, I hear the sweetest little voice ask, "can I have some?" Damnit! My thoughts, "did you chip in on these wings?!? " But I'm wrapped around her finger, I made Charleigh a plate, half of my wings gone, just like that. Sacrifice. 

I saw a quote on Instagram a few weeks ago, it said, "Lust feels like love until it's time to make a sacrifice". Well just today, I've given up sleep AND food, this is for damn sure LOVE.  Even though I talk shit, and I don't consider these real sacrifices, I do enjoy making all of the real sacrifices needed for our family. I know that they are making me a better man, I wouldn't want it any other way.

It is now after 9, Al and Charleigh are in the kitchen throwing down. I'm watching the game uninterrupted waiting on a plate that will be 10x better than my leftovers. Look at God.