One of my favorite sporting events to watch with my girls is the Kentucky Derby. I love the pageantry and the history of the event. They love the horses and the women in the stands with their fancy clothes and hats.
We have started the first Saturday in May off the same way for the last six years. Waking up, grabbing the newspaper, and then all sitting down in the living room choosing our own horse to root on later that day.
The person who picks the winning horse gets to decide what family activity we will do Sunday. Not a bad way to spend a day with your daughters.
This year's race will have even more meaning to my girls and I.
I Want Revenge is the early favorite and a friend of mine happens to own one percent of the horse. He will be at my house Saturday enjoying the race with my girls and I in what should be an exciting day.
All week I have been reading articles on how I Want Revenge has been training and all indications are that he is primed for a big race. The anticipation of watching has been building and my girls are almost as excited as I am.
"How many more days until the horses race, Daddy?" Alani asked Monday morning during breakfast.
"Five more, baby."
"And your friend's horse is going to win, right?"
"I hope so."
"Good, then that's the horse I am picking."
For one year, my girls and I will all be picking the same horse.