A Story, Part 1

So today I woke up at 6:00 as usual to the sound of the rooster, damn that rooster at times. But whether I like it or not that thing is my alarm clock. I slowly got out of bed, so that I did not wake up my wife Katlyn of whom I have been married for 10 years.

Our bedroom is a master bedroom. We have a king size bed with camo sheets. We have a 50-inch television that sits at the end of the bed. The walls is an ocean blue because that is what Katlyn had picked out.

As I walked out of our bedroom I had peeked in our youngest son Xander's room. He is the youngest out of our two sons. He is very courageous, very outgoing, and is not afraid to take risks. His room is filled with a lot of my soccer or futból trophies and some of my jersey that I worn playing with Wolverhampton, Manchester City and for the U.S. during the World Cup and Olympics. He is definitely a mama's boy, but I do not mind that. I just love that feeling you get when you see your precious kid sleeping so peacefully.

I then went to my oldest son Sam's room. His room has to deal with the outdoors. He has his twenty-inch bass that he caught on the pond, when he five over his bed. He also has his 10 point buck that he shot when he was 9 when he and I went to West Virginia for a hunting trip. He over the past month has gotten into a aot of trouble at school and I have grounded him for that. Boy, I do not know what is wrong with him but he broke Xander's arm. I guess I have not spent a lot of time him, but that should not be the problem because I coach his soccer team. I really got to talk to him about it but he is a lot like me, tends to keep things to himself.

i went into the kitchen and got my coffee together and went outside and sat on my rocking chair that faced my hundred plus acres that I own. I like to come out when there is the morning dew and just chill, and imagine what my life would have been if I was not a famous soccer player or have a wife and kids.

It is now 3:30 and I am waiting for the kids and Katlyn to get home from school. I went to the barn and got the gator and went and got the mail. The sky was clear, the birds are singing peacefully, and the weather is calm. When I got back to the house I sat down at the kitchen table. Bills, a letter from my mother, and more bills. I froze dead in my tracks and stared at the letter from my mom because the only one who knew where i lived was my grandmother.

To be continued...