Ethan
The bigger venue turns out to be a good problem to have, though it takes another week of scrambling to secure the main athletic field instead of the smaller practice lot we'd originally planned for, more permits, more insurance paperwork, more late nights at the kitchen table with Noah, both of us trading off who handles which form until the whole thing finally clears with two days to spare.
By the night before the event, everything's set. Volunteers confirmed, sponsors locked in, the field booked and staged, banners printed and ready to hang first thing in the morning. There's nothing left to do but wait, which somehow feels harder than the actual work did.
I find Noah out on the suite's small balcony a little after eleven, leaning against the railing, staring out at the campus l
