By Melissa Millsap, via the Military Sea Hawkers Facebook Page

I wrote this for a contest to win Seahawks vs. Cowboys tickets for my husbands 30th birthday present because he’d never been to a regular season game before unfortunately we didn’t win the tickets but I thought you’d still enjoy it.

My favorite Seahawks memory (excluding the Super bowl of course ) that stands out in my mind above all the rest is how much the Seahawks connect to my newborn son now and throughout my pregnancy quiet literally to the birth of my son, Owen Alexander Jacob Millsap. He was born June 12th 2014.

Now why is this a Seahawk memory? Simple, we deliberately chose the date because of the 12th man. I wanted the 12th so bad that I stayed pregnant a week longer than I had to just to have him on that day (mind you I had the worst morning sickness on the planet all the way till the end of my pregnancy).

We got to pick the day because I had to have a c-section. I was born on the 12th of January and my mother on the 12th of March, my aunt on April 12, even my dog Sasha was born on August 12th! So we really saw it fitting to choose that date. In my family when we represent the 12th man we literally represent the 12th man.

One of the most beautiful things about the whole situation is my son was born to gestation, which we are beyond grateful for. You see my first son, Wyatt, was born 10 weeks early, thankfully, he’s doing just fine now. So this whole pregnancy was beyond scary for us. Greeting our son on the 12th was a miracle. We couldn’t be prouder that he (along with his brother) got to be born in Washington State.

While pregnant with him we also got to go to the Championship parade in downtown Seattle. It was beyond cold and I had severe morning sickness. However my mother, son and I still got up at 4 a.m, drove into Seattle finally found a parking space and waited for the festivities to begin.

Finally the parade started and we were surrounded by quite literally hundreds of thousands of people. I think it was around 20 degrees that day with a wind chill as well. We saw victory in the eyes of our well deserving Seahawks. Threw Skittles that hit Marshawn Lynch (yes we were literally that close, it was unreal).

My son was kicking inside of me the whole time, again cementing his status of a diehard fan even before he was out of my womb. The parade was over way too quickly but worth the hypothermia (kidding).

The cherry on top on top of everything is my husband has two favorite teams, can you guess the other? Yes that’s right the Cowboys. He’s originally from San Antonio, Texas. My husband is literally rooting for the Seahawks more than he does for his home team of the Cowboys.

My Husband was beyond mad when they didn’t draft a quarterback this year. Let’s face it, with Romo on the Cowboys, they don’t stand a chance and my husband freely admits that. So I have him fully converted to a diehard Seahawk fan. Hence why he agreed to let my son be born on the 12th.

He will even be decked out in Seahawk gear for the game. He says he’s a Washingtonian by marriage so he had no problem converting and with the Cowboys, who would?

I told the back story of how and why my husband eagerly agreed to let our son be born on the 12th because I think you needed to know this information as a whole in order to understand why and how a Cowboy fan lets his son beome a 12th man.

Yes you could say these are more than one memory but I feel like my son connects all those memories together.