tar heel born, tar heel bred

We're watching the Carolina/Duke game, hoping for a win after a less than stellar season for these Tar Heel boys. Naturally, I'm thinking about our wedding reception. Friends, family and strangers gathered together in the lobby of the hotel to watch the game. I secretly prayed for weeks that we'd win that game because, let's be honest, who wants to end a fairy tale day with a loss to Duke? We did win and we circled up to sing the alma mater and all was right in the world. Who says God isn't a Tar Heel?

And now I will forever remember that night each and every time we watch this game.

I love that.

the university of national champions

Four years ago, when I was a freshman and Andrew was a sophomore and we wandered around campus not knowing the other existed, our Tar Heels won the National Championship. Four years later, we are blissfully aware of each other’s existence and we met up with some of our favorite fellow alumni to watch our Tar Heels become National Champions again. And it was awesome!

battle of the blues

The last time UNC played Duke, I was wearing a wedding dress, running back and forth between the dance floor and the hotel lobby where the game was on TV. UNC won, 76 to 68, and we sang the alma mater in front of the concierge desk and then said good night to all of our friends and family who had just celebrated the day with us. Absolutely perfect.

UNC and Duke match up again on March 8 this year and we plan on watching it from an undisclosed location (it's undisclosed only because Andrew has a secret anniversary trip planned and I don't know the destination!). But that's weeks away and first, we take the Blue Devils on in Cameron Stadium tonight. SO EXCITED. For the years I was at Carolina, my stomach was always fluttery on the UNC/DUKE game day. Today is no exception.

There's no real reason for this post, only to say this...GO HEELS! :)