I have been busy putting together a "scrapbook" style album for my hubby, whose dear #13 hockey jersey is being retired from the ice on Friday the 13th. This has been a tricky project because I've had to dig through years of accumulated newspaper clippings, programs, photos, player passes, player cards, etc. and then had to frantically put the project away when I suspected he was coming home.
As much as the sport has given me countless hours of worry with the injuries and overall brutality that I've never approved of, I'll probably be the biggest baby in the crowd bawling for him when the horn blows and his last 60 minutes are up. I love you #13!!