Georgia played Alabama in the SEC Championship game on Saturday.
My granddaughter, Piper, had spent the night before with us after a Friday night at the movies.
I invited Pipes on Thanksgiving to spend the night with us. "I'd love to, PaPa. But, of course you know I'll need to paint your nails if I spend the night."
That's what she said.
I'll remember a lot about that Saturday.
Georgia played great. Had the lead most of the game. Some questionable calls from the refs. The fake punt. The heartbreak of losing, again, to the Alabama backup quarterback. All Hail Alabama.
But, I'll never forget having my nails painted on Saturday morning before the game by Piper. Georgia red. Coke red. Red as it comes.
My Piper slathered red polish on me like there was no end. My nails had never been painted before. They have now been painted and I loved it.
My sweet wife said two things that I will always remember from that day. When Rodrigo unexpectedly missed a field goal, she said, "That's ok." She didn't want Rod to feel bad. She's the ultimate optimist and diplomat. She doesn't want anyone to feel pain.
And, as she walked past me after my nail job, she said, "Good nail beds, honey." I still don't know what that means.
Thank you, Piper, for an unforgettable day.
You make my world a better place. I hope I can return the favor.
A year from now, let's do it again.
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