And it begins again

It's been nine years since we sat out on a chilly September Saturday morning and watched one of our five year olds chase a soccer ball around a field.  Under low hanging, autumn skies, our youngest showed improvement from his first game a week ago.  It's a strange mix of enjoyment and nostalgia at the same time.  I'm betting a lot of his events will yield that bizarre brew.  Anyway, they lost.  But did so with heads held high.  

That's him, almost in the center, 3rd from the left including coach, striking a real action pose