Life is just kinda that way sometimes.

Last night Peggy and I had a great time at the LSU-Ole Miss football game. A wonderful afternoon of tailgating and seeing old friends on the first crisp, cool day of the fall — it really doesn’t get any better than that.

Unless you happen to be hosting guests for the game. Guests who are proud to be Ole Miss alumni. And then LSU runs all over Ole Miss and wins the game easily. That just might be better.

And when I say “runs over” I mean that literally — Leonard Fournette broke the LSU single-game rushing record on his first nine carries of the game, and ran over a defensive back on one of the runs that will be played over and over on ESPN for the remainder of the season. Suffice it to say it was a glorious night.

We went to church this morning and were greeted by the same kind of crisp, wonderful day. Sang our hearts out for Jesus. Paid attention in Sunday School. Probably even helped an old lady across the street, though that part is hazy.

Then, walking out of church, I stepped on a rock. Not a boulder. Not a brick. Not even a stone. And heard a pop.

So, tonight I sit in a reclining chair with ice on my swollen ankle. Since we’re into descriptive comparison, the knot is grapefruit sized. Texas Ruby Red. With seeds.

My dreams of running like Leonard Fournette dashed in an instant. Hoping it doesn’t turn into a reality of walking like Fred Sanford.

I’ll keep you posted.

Peggy and I have season tickets to LSU football. Our life doesn’t revolve around it, but we do love it. And we especially love it in October.

If you are going to visit Louisiana, I would recommend visiting in October or April. I would also recommend not moving to Louisiana based on what you experience in October or April — this is the only time of year that Louisiana feels like this.

We live three miles from the campus, so a lot of our tailgating is on our back porch watching the early games on television and grilling. We have friends come by on their way to the stadium and it is just a very relaxed atmosphere. We wrap up about an hour-and-a-half before the game and head to campus. That gives us time to park and visit with other friends before we go into the stadium. It is a glorious way to spend a Saturday.

We didn’t do anything to deserve this life. We just enjoy it to the fullest.

And if LSU wins we enjoy it even more.

Geaux Tigers!

Eight days ago a devastating flood hit our city.

Since the roads became passable my wife has been itching for a way to get involved helping folks who have been flooded. This does not come as a surprise to anyone who knows her…

Our church is very centrally located and has been serving as a hub for the Southern Baptist Disaster Relief teams that are coming to the area to help. Virtually every time there is a disaster, the volunteers from SBDR are among the first on the scene to provide food and construction/demolition assistance. So, Peggy went to the hub and got herself assigned to a team.

I am always proud of my wife, but the work I have seen her do the past few days has been awe-inspiring. Going into these flooded houses to remove the debris and get them prepared for construction is a nasty business, and August in South Louisiana is not exactly a hospitable climate. But every day she goes and works her tail off to help.

Since today is Saturday, my son and I did not have to go to work, so we were able to go see the work Peggy has been doing. The need makes you want to cry, so the work provides an outlet for exertion over emotion. It is just amazing.

Today I saw my family help two families take the first steps to getting back on their feet for good. What makes it so cool is knowing that this is going on all over the city from thousands of people who were not flooded and just want to do something to help those that were. My son and his wife drove in from New Orleans to help, too.

This is how Louisianians respond. Help those who need help. My Texas girl is fitting right in.

Peggy and I got married in 1985. I’ll be generous and simply say Peggy’s parents were not thrilled with the idea.

We were both still in school. She had three semesters remaining as an undergraduate and I had four quarters of law school to complete. Both of us would finish in August of the following year. Her parents really wanted us to wait a year until we had graduated, but we had already waited two years longer than we wanted to wait.

Their reasoning was that Peggy would not finish school if we got married. Again, I think their reasoning was that they did not want her to get married to me. Otherwise, their fear showed a real misunderstanding of their own daughter. Nothing was going to stop her from graduating, not even the threat of withholding tuition money. In the end it was an empty threat — they paid for her entire education, and we were very thankful to them for that.

Marriage was actually a real boon to her grades. When we were dating we would stay out too late just because that was the only way we could spend time together. Once we were married we could go to bed at a normal hour since I didn’t have to take her home.

In the three semesters we were married she had a 4.0 GPA. It almost made up for the fact that I had almost flunked her out of college as a freshman, but that is a story for another time.

Entering the summer of 1986 Peggy needed fifteen hours to graduate. Baylor only allows students to take twelve hours in the summer. I had already been offered a job in Dallas starting on September 2, so if she could only take twelve hours she would have to drive back and forth between Dallas and Waco for a semester to take one class (this was in the days before online classes were an option — “online” didn’t exist yet).

Peggy went to the Dean of the business school and asked for an exception. He graciously allowed her not only to take fifteen hours but to substitute a class for another required class that was not available in the summer. Undeserved grace, but it does help when you have a 4.0 GPA in your major.

As I was sitting in the house today watching it rain (and rain and rain) and watching the reports of flooding here in Baton Rouge, the pictures below popped up as memories. And generated a million other memories.

Peggy graduated from Baylor University with a Bachelors degree in Business Administration thirty years ago today. In some ways it seems impossible that it was thirty years ago. In other ways it seems impossible that it was only thirty years ago.

Her parents were wrong about her. And me. But they made it all possible.

Peggy did the rest.

Tonight Peggy and I went out to dinner to celebrate our 31st anniversary. Our anniversaries are generally pretty happy, and cool, because we celebrate many of them in Colorado.

It is a great tradition that started on our honeymoon, and it works out that just about every year we are ready to get out of the heat for a week and enjoy some cool weather. This summer we have been lucky enough to get plenty of cool air and mountain time, but it is still a special treat to celebrate up here.

Today we went for a hike and saw an abandoned mine, then we went to Sapphire Point for an annual photo op. We go to the Point every year because it is an amazing vantage point from which to see Lake Dillon and the surrounding area. It doesn’t hurt that it is also a stunning place to take a picture.

We always try to go out to dinner to celebrate our anniversary. We have one or two places that usually end up being the “spot”. It is kind of cool to know a place so well that you know exactly where you want to spend a special occasion. Dinner tonight was great, then we went back to the condo to hang out on the back porch.

Does it get any better than sitting on the deck in August and needing a jacket or a blanket?

We sat outside tonight and talked about the trip and the memories we have created this summer. Each year when we visit it feels like the end of the summer, even though we will have two more months of high temperatures when we return home. This trip is the symbolic close to our summer, so we frequently sit outside and reminisce about the things that have occurred. In many ways it has been a tough year, but coming here always seems to make us remember the good things that have happened, as well. It is a great reminder to give thanks for all of the things that happen to us.

Happy Anniversary, Peggy. I would do every step of it over again. But I’m even happier just to keep moving forward with you.