Final Down

<p>Years ago I accepted that football would always be a part of my life. I just didn't know how.</p><p></p><p>When I met Wyatt Stone I figured the game would weave its way into my young heart and become a part of my first real love. When I married him I assumed my life would follow the same path as my mother's-the wife of an NFL quarterback with all the highs and lows that come along with it.</p><p></p><p>But when Wyatt didn't get picked in the draft everything changed. And Wyatt's light however hard he fought to keep it alive dimmed. Football has a funny way of operating in this family though. It lingers like the haze that hovers over my family's ranch fields in the Arizona desert horizon.</p><p></p><p>For my dad the game stuck around through coaching and Wyatt thought maybe that was enough for him too. But football had other plans. A second chance at glory. A renewed spark in his soul calling him to give the dream one more shot. And as much as I want to keep him close to start our family and walk a new path-one that football doesn't get to dictate-I know that when it comes to this game I've never really called the shots. I've merely gone along for the ride. I just hope that this time it doesn't break my heart completely.</p><p></p>