A Post For Brian

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, I used to be a cheerleader.

Don’t laugh, I have photographic evidence.

And while I don’t still sport the same girlish figure, I do still utilize a lot of cheerleader-like tendencies in my day-to-day life.

For instance, don’t expect me to be docile if my favorite team is playing. I’m not going to sit quietly, ask any stupid questions, or offer to refill your drink. Rather, I’ll be sitting right next to you, screaming at the television as if I were at the stadium and my pleas to “break the quarterback’s neck” could actually be heard from my seat.

You’ve also noticed that I can make the most expressive faces known to man. That comes from pulling faces during competitions.  Example:

She’s good, but she has nothing on me.

I’m not sure why smiling isn’t enough, but honestly, pulling faces was the most fun aspect of dance for me. And I was GOOD at it.

But I think the one cheerleading trait I use the most often is my ability to instinctively know when a crowd needs a pick-me-up. After years of pulling for the underdogs, I can always feel the mood of the crowd shift from excitement to worry to hopelessness. Cue the cheerleaders! It was our job to make sure the crowd was still in it, despite the scoreboard.

So when my husband, my amazing husband, the man who is working full time and going to school full time, the man who has little-to-no free time, the man who is singularly changing our lives….when my husband comes home feeling exhausted and stressed and defeated, I reach for my proverbial pompoms.

Well, readers, today my pompoms aren’t so proverbial. They may be photoshopped, but the intent is the same. So join me, will you, in cheering on The Best Husband in the Universe!

Ahem.

Brian fans
In the stands, yell
“Let’s Go B!”
Brian fans
In the stands, yell
“You’re the man!”
Brian fans
In the stands, yell
“Bri’s Our Guy!”
Brian fans 
In the stands, yell
“You’re the man!”
 
 
 
Go, go, go Brian!
Everybody yell:
“GO BRIAN!”
Go, go, go Brian!
Everybody yell:
“GO BRIAN!”
 
 
 
 
 
Who rocks the house?
Brian rocks the house!
And when Brian rocks the house
He rocks it all the way down.
Who rocks the house?
Brian rocks the house!
And when Brian rocks the house
He rocks it all the way down!
 
*Abby puts pompoms down.*
Well, I hope that got my point across. Here’s hoping it made you smile, B. Cuz you are AWESOME and I’m SO PROUD OF YOU!!! You are my Superman.
You didn’t really think you’d be immune to the Photoshop fun today did you?
That’s right. I did it. You can thank me later.

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