Last Sunday, DB & I attended our final outing before school ramped up full speed, a polo match. Neither of us had ever attended a match before, it was really exciting! Controlled chaos! The thunder of the hoofs as the horses ran down the field. I told DB when school is over, I am going to learn to play polo... he just looked at me. I know he is thinking, why can't I pick something that does not involve possible and probable bodily harm.
This gentlemen was the oldest player on the field, no one would reveal his age. What I love is the contentment, and joy on his face, knowing he just played another great match.