Did you hear that the Saints were in the Super Bowl?
Five years ago, if you had told me that I'd care about that, I probably would have laughed my socks off. But after moving to the New Orleans area nine months after Hurricane Katrina, living there for the next two and a half years, and (even though I really don't care too much about football) watching The Saints rise to the top all around me...well...Can I just say that I am so excited for the Saints, the city of New Orleans, and the state of Louisiana? The Saints' success has been so uplifting, inspiring, and symbolic for those crazy Cajuns, so many of whom still have a hold on part of my heart.
And even though I didn't get to go to the Super Bowl party, (After Saturday night's casserole exchange, I ran Conner -- who was sent home from school early on Friday with a 101 fever, and hadn't swallowed even his own spit since then because it hurt so badly -- to Urgent Care. After a diagnosis of Strep Throat and Mono, he's been on antibioics and steroids...and confined to home for a few days...which means I have been, too.) I sent a bucket of Mardi Gras beads and a home made King Cake (a New Orleans Mardi Gras specialty).
Congratulations, New Orleans! It's strange how all of this has made me miss you...