Today I was adopted. I visited First Baptist Church in Bryan, and they have an adoption program where a family in the College Station/Bryan area can adopt an Aggie. Lane and Pam Lauderdale, my adoption parents, have two son’s Will and Jarrett, a sophomore and senior at Bryan High. At first I wasn’t sure if I made a good decision, but after three hours of food and conversations I felt included in their family. I’m not replacing my fantastic family, but joining something that resembles it (plus I get an occasional meal and free laundry). The Lauderdale’s acceptance of me into their family is one of many example of family this week, but some things that happen in the family stay in the family. I can say that some of my new friendships took deep roots this week when I needed it most. We laughed together, we cared together for each other, we cried together, and we lived life together. So the crying, really the teary-eyes, came while I was watching Remember the Titans on Saturday night, and there was a scene in the movie where I realized that I was no longer playing football for the Scots. They were tears of overwhelming happiness and thankfulness for those eight season of my life, particularly the last one. The one hundred plus of us – players, coaches, and trainers – were family, and the bonds of family are permanent. Time, distance, and daily circumstances will never completely break family. Over time great friends may be adopted into another’s extended family through perpetual love and commitment to one another. Perhaps this week I enriched friendships with people I may one day consider family. I can’t think of anything else to say so I’ll let Chris Rice be my words: Everyday is a gift you’ve been given. Make the most of the time, every minute you’re living.