Olympic Dream (Part 1)

Ever since I can remember I have loved the Olympics. I can still see my Dad watching them with a sort of glazed look in his eyes as if he was actually taking part. This always fascinated me and I joined in watching them with him. He used to stay up until the early hours sometimes and occasionally I would sneak down to see what was going on. Not that he ever knew this as I would sit at the living room door very quietly.


When I met The Husband he was playing Water Polo for Great Britain and that in itself was a complete turn on. I would go to almost every match and watch him thrashing around in the water with a ball and cheer so loudly when he scored a goal. I used to think that the little ear protectors were microphones and that the coach was screaming instructions at the boys. Watching him play was one of the proudest moments of my life and to this day I am still so immensely proud. (It had nothing to do with 14 men in skimpy little swimming pants of course)..




On Sunday 29th July, I will be ticking off one of my Bucket List items. It is something I never dreamt would come true and I am smiling even before I have typed it........I am actually going to..........THE OLYMPICS.....Yes indeed, myself, the Hubby and the kids are all off up to London to watch 2 matches of Water Polo. Now I know that its not the opening ceremony or the track and field which is what I would of loved to watch but it doesn't matter.



When we got the email saying that we had been successful in 1 of the 8 events that we had chosen I couldn't believe it when it said Water Polo. I mean what are the chances of that, its not like they would of remembered the Hubby or that we had a hot line with Lord Coe. It was just fate.

The Hubby got home from work and I sat him down to break the news to him. When I told him what we were seeing he actually had tears in his eyes. Which then in turn made me cry and then the kids got all emotional too. This means so much to him I cannot even begin to tell you.



This is The Hubby in his GB Trackie. Check out that hair!!!

It has been 20 years since he played for his country but I can still see the pride in his eyes and the fact that he is taking us with him is just a bonus.

I will of course blog about the whole experience and take some pictures to go with it. And even though we are not seeing Great Britain play I will be waving my flag and cheering just like I used to.



And I promise I will not be looking at the 28 men (plus substitutes) in tight budgie smugglers..........What!!!!!..........Oh OK, well maybe I might just take a sneaky look in the name of research you understand.

Lots of Love

Me
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