Playing with the Queen of Hearts...

I grew up in a family who played cards.  My Dad was so competitive and excelled at everything he did.  He was an awesome basketball player, rode horses, expert boat driver, barefoot skier, ping-pong genius and YES, cut-throat card player.  He was one of those smack talkers too who would constantly rib you and drive you a little crazy.  He didn’t believe in the concept of letting a kid win.  He beat the tar out of all of us kids!  I grew up playing Hearts with him.  He was the best and shot the moon on a regular basis!  I don’t ever remember beating him.

We are keeping the tradition alive! Bonnie and Bubs especially LOVE playing Hearts and make it a regular occasion on our mountain and river trips.  Dan is equally as competitive and hates to loose.  Bonnie and Bubs are really understanding the strategy of short-suiting, the importance of keeping your spades and such.  They have learned to loath getting the Queen of Hearts too! 

Last weekend at the River house, we had a monumental moment. The kids were finally going to beat their Dad.  Down to the last moment, Bonnie and Bubs were neck and neck for the win.  Dan began loosing from the first hand and declared he had the worst hands of cards he has ever had!  Bubba was ahead by nine points and Bonnie wanted to beat her smack-talking brother so bad and as fate would have it, he got the Queen and Bonnie won the game.  I loved seeing her face so happy and full of the winner’s joy!!  I being the most compassionate wife took a picture of the Queen of Hearts and emailed it to Dan, thinking he may miss her!!  :)  #rubbingitin