Champions

We watched our Hoos through every game of the tournament. The further they went, the less our busted brackets mattered. Sprawled across the basement we hoped and agonized and shouted and maintained every single superstitious position that seemed to help the effort.

They made it to the final four, and I had never seen my husband so happy.

They made it to the championship game, and I had never seen my husband so happy.

They won that final game, and y'all, I have never seen my husband so happy.

Oh, we all celebrated. Trey with his orange and blue balloons leftover from last week's science fair project. Aden with a handful of shredded Nerf bullets to use for confetti. I fought back tears at Kyle Guy's emotional roller coaster. We hooped and hollered and high-fived and reluctantly went to bed in the wee hours of Tuesday morning, following the excitement of the trophy presentation, net cutting, and the revered shining moment.

It's a huge deal, and only deep, longtime fans understand what this season has meant. The Christ-centered and oh-so-handsome Tony Bennett has been a quoting machine over the last several months. His humility and leadership have strengthened our faith, and we are grateful to be able to point out to our sons his Godly wisdom.

But Brandon. Y'all, he just breaks out in giggles sometimes. Says he has to keep checking to make sure it really happened.

Oh boy, did it ever.