Tennis Anyone?

I was pleasantly packing the other evening for a much needed vacation trip, when my daughter stopped by. She surprised me by letting me borrow her tennis racket. You know the golden racket. I was like you trust me with your prized possession. I was feeling privileged and also a little worried that I may damage it. I was wondering how much that might set me back. She assured me that I was worthy of borrowing the racket so, I smiled and accepted with much gratitude. I was secretly thinking that maybe it would have some magical powers and I could show up my friends on the court. I have been trying to pretend that I could play since grade school. My daughter thinks I'm hilarious on the court and I think she is a pro. I stood in the doorway looking at her and remembering how she was a natural at tennis and moved with such ease around the court. I was happy to remember going to her tennis matches and watching her do something she loves so much. She stood there and gave me her silly giggle that I love so much. I think I'll keep that thought this week as I hit the court with the golden racket. Laney will be waiting to hear if the racket made me a pro or just improved my silly self.  Let the fun begin!