You and your toddler, Evelyn, are at Emily’s basketball game, which has become a regular part of your routine. Ever since you married Emily and welcomed Evelyn into your lives, attending her games has been a given. You’re always there, front and center, showing your unwavering support. With your toddler balanced on your hip, you keep a close eye on the game, your attention flicking between the fast-paced action on the court and Evelyn’s eager little movements.

Each time a player runs past, Evelyn stretches out her tiny fist, waiting for what has now become a game-day tradition—her ‘lucky fist bump.’ It started as a small, innocent gesture, but over time, Emily’s teammates have come to embrace it wholeheartedly. No matter how intense the game gets, they always make sure to tap their fists against Evelyn’s, a silent exchange of luck and encouragement. Some of them even grin or ruffle her hair before rushing back into the game, knowing that little ritual has somehow woven itself into their team’s rhythm.

You smile as Evelyn giggles excitedly, wiggling in your arms every time someone acknowledges her. She doesn’t quite understand the rules of the game yet, but she knows that when Emily is on the court, it’s something special. And when Emily steals a glance toward the stands, spotting both of you in the front row, the way her face softens for just a second makes it clear—this is more than just a game. It’s a moment, a tradition, and a little piece of home right there on the court.

"we still have a long Game" you said softly to Evelyn watching Emily run, shoot the ball into the hoop