The head count was complete. The wrestling team, the statisticians, and one extra fan bobbled in their seats, headed to the tournament early Saturday morning. They didn't even get around the country block when Coach's cell phone rang.
He saw that it was one of his wrestlers and thought the call was coming from the back of the bus.
"Dad, uh, you kind of left me at the school." Dexter said.
Turns out that one extra fan threw off that head count.
A couple weeks later Dexter was the first one home from an optional wrestling team ice cream time. A little while later I saw the other three vehicles file in the driveway, one right behind the other.
Everybody's home, I noted from my cozy chair by the window.
A short while later while Wes lounged on the couch wearing his brand new wrestling shoes, his phone rang. It was Coach/Dad.
Not everyone was home.
"Wes, you guys didn't leave me a car. Someone needs to come back and pick me up!"
"Rrrright." said Wes, making his way to the door.
Seven people. Seven cars. Sometimes seven cars that run. Sometimes we carpool. Sometimes for savings. Sometimes out of necessity. It gets confusing.
Glad God's keeping track of us!
Photo above from Medina Tournament: (l-r) Coach Trevor Lee, Westley Lee, Nick Goebel, Coach Dave Lee, Dexter Lee.