Family Gregg

I was raised watching tennis....back in the Jimmy Conners, Tracey Austin, Chrissy Everett, John MacEnroe, Martina Natarolva days. Although I never took up tennis.....my father and my brother did. It was serious business. They worked hard on the court..... and as a family....we shared many hours around the sport. One of my most vivid memories is of a time when I was very young...lying on a lounge chair....under a soft blanket...falling off to sleep in the breeze....must've been Spring and about 80 degrees...the lounge chair was on the grass...things smelled fresh...maybe it was at St. Joseph's by the sea courts...where my Dad played in a tournament almost every week-end?


After taking a torturous, hour long cycling class (I've never EVER sweat so much in my life) I was too pooped to party last night and went to bed earlier than usual. Bradley was downstairs with the kids and their whoops, hollers, and voracious cheers were keeping me awake. What on earth?!?!?!?! This morning I learned they were highly involved in the Women's Volley Ball match taking place in Beijing.

It brought back sweet childhood memories.

I often think to myself....What are the times my children will hold onto? The certain places, the seasons, the smells? I am often running around busy, busy, busy....and the kids?.....all the while.........they are having moments.