The Fanatics

We woke up with a different type of blood running through our veins this Sunday, orange blood.

Some know, some do not, my husband plays football for the Broncos. It is a tremendous honor being able to be a part of his journey through the NFL. This is a peek at what our day looks like on that one day we all look forward to every week. It's game day in Denver and the Mathis household can hardly control our excitement. 

We are fortunate enough to have family in every so often, and this Sunday some of my husband's southern family members came to join in on the day's festivities (all while helping with the two munchkins, thank heavens!) Nothing warms my heart like a good southern accent!

We piled in my mom mobil and headed to Mile High Stadium. From the very moment we hopped out of the car, we all felt a rush of that contagious Broncos energy. The place was flooded with fans creating a sea of orange and blue, and just a sprinkle of purple here and there (#MINvsDEN.) Ila loves her cousin, or she loves the amount of lollipops he shares with her. 

Making it to our seats by kickoff is one of my biggest priorities. Every game it's like my kid is making his first appearance on stage for his first school performance. The National Anthem, Thunder II, parachuters, fireworks; all this leads up to the boys running out of the tunnel. To say the least, it's a pretty big deal and I refuse to miss it. 

Tbh, game day is the one day we all want to last forever all while wishing it would be over as soon as possible. Winning is important to us but getting Daddy home safe is our prime interest. 

We like to play around too, I mean, we kinda have to with two little ones on us.

The game was close. At one point Evan was getting more hyped than I've ever seen him. He was screaming at the crowd to make noise, stand up, and terrify the Vikings with our uproar.  His energy was contagious. 

That did it, fam. Broncos won, and I am incredibly convinced it has all to do with the crowds commotion created in that last minute of the game. We end our evening with a celebratory shoot on the field.  

(Getting a three year old to settle down during any shoot can be difficult. Most of the time, I just have to let them go and that's when I get some of my best images.)

Our day didn't stop there. We followed Evan out as he made sure to sign ever autograph request. What. A. Guy.

I don't think Ila minded to much either. She would follow Evan around, and made sure everyone knew that he was HER Daddy. These are the memories.

Needless to say, everyone fell asleep on the drive home. 4-0 can make everyone a little exhausted. 

GO BRONCOS!

or as Ila likes to say "GO HORSIES!"