The Sign She Made for Game 4

As I sat on my living room sofa yesterday and held my kindergarteners NY Knicks sign, I couldn’t help but be transported back to my childhood. The days of watching Patrick Ewing and John Starks with my dad.

There’s just something about the energy in NY. Even when we’re down, we’re frustrated, and it’s hard to look, we continue to show up and to support.

My mom used to always say, “It ain’t over ‘til it’s over.”

I've found that some of life's most meaningful lessons emerge through simple moments—watching a game together or playing sports with my family.

And my daughter’s sign — it made me think of each letter she took time to carefully color. It reminded me that family traditions rarely announce themselves as traditions while they're happening.

They're built one small moment at a time.

A favorite popcorn recipe.

A walk after dinner.

A basketball game everyone gathers around to watch.

Years later, we don't always remember the score.

We remember who was sitting beside us.