Love

Love is pretty dang complicated. I like to think it's a bunch of butterflies partying it up in my stomach, but most of the time it's not. Many times it's something that causes me a lot of pain and a lot of frustration. Many times it turns me into a protective mother eagle with talons prepared to fight. And then there are the times when the butterflies in my stomach dance in perfect synchronization.

I'm not talking about the love I have for a boy, but rather the love I have for my league. This week has been a long island ice tea of fun, stress, anxiety, fear and work. But I can't imagine my life any other way. You don't get the butterfly pay-off without the other ingredients. Otherwise it's not worth a dime. It's easy to be in lust with something, but it's hard to be this in love with these amazing women & men and what we have created. it's pretty magical, and no one can beat our unity.

I love my league, and this weekend is going to rule.