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|