Why we are married...text message edition

I've often read that one of the keys to a happy marriage is to stay best friends. We've done that. I'd add a bit to that and make it read more like, "stay best friends by becoming interested in one another's interests." 

When Jackson and I first married I would nap during football games on Sundays. I'd nap during golf tournaments (OK, I still do if Tiger isn't playing. Sue me.). I only cared about basketball and even then I didn't care that much. Sure, I'd make a bracket come tournament time but that was really just to win money. After a couple of years I realized that Jackson loves sports and was never going to stop loving them. I made it my mission to learn about his favorite sports so that we could enjoy them together. I now argue that I'm a bigger sports fan than he is- ha! While he keeps things boring by only cheering for one team, I like to cheer for multiple teams. He likes to root for Phil Mickelson. I root for TIGER, Rickie Fowler, Bubba, etc. and occasionally Phil. Look, Phil seems like a heck of a guy and I appreciate his tax planning initiatives more than anyone but he's so...boring. 

Anyway, this now mutual love of sports provides us with plenty of topics for bantering via text message. We had two particularly funny exchanges yesterday that I thought I would share. 

Jenna is the blue writing, Jackson the gray. Tim means Tim Tebow.

My love for Tim Tebow (former NFL QB, University of Florida Gators STANDOUT QB, Heisman winner to name a few...) is unending. Tim, in his wonderful person style, generally interacts with sick kids which has lead me to joke about wrapping bandages around my head in hopes of meeting him. (Note: I probably would not fake an illness to meet him because that is lame. I probably would fake an injury, though. That's much less lame. HA!) I was pleased to see that during the Florida basketball game Tim was there taking photos with average fans. There's hope. Jackson has even agreed to help me with this goal. That, my friends, is love.

We love to make fake hashtags 

Next up was a guy getting cut from an NFL team for supposed gang affiliation. Jackson and I talk often about the need for the NFL to help these guys from tough backgrounds get used to have so much money and power. This was a prime example of that. I was more impressed, however, with Jackson's rhyme about the Eagles. That kid is a keeper.