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Olympic Fever

It is day 4 of the Olympics and already I feel like I'm in this spectacular global village bubble of red and white.

Leading up to Friday for the opening ceremonies, I was a giddy as a little on Christmas Eve. The idea that in my lifetime, I would get to live in a city that was hosting the Olympics. It just didn't seem real.

And yet, 1000s of people who already live here have had that opportunity since the announcement began, anticipating the world arriving.

It wasn't just the world arriving I was excited about - E and the Tyeger were arriving the day of the opening ceremonies and I was so excited to share it with them. Plus, sharing anything with a 5 year old always makes it more fun :)

We've had the TV on solidly for 3 days straight. And, we already taken in a few of the highlights of an Olympic live experience: heading out to the venues, going to see the beautiful torch and of course waiting in line for tickets.

It's a bit of two worlds in a way: our mornings and late afternoons watching events from the comfort of our TV and our mid-days filled with soaking up the atmosphere that can only be had by being here.

There have been a lot of 'special moments' for me, otherwise known tear-fests. Since I'm liable to tear up at a milk commercial, you can imagine the stories I've been hearing have been putting me over the edge. Thank goodness for the 10 boxes of tissues I purchased before the games.

I haven't even gone to a live event yet. I have this image of my whole heart exploding with pride. Because it can't beat any louder.


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