Emma has just begun playing on her first ever soccer team. I can't tell you how much I'm loving it. I sit there on the sidelines and can only think about how big my girl is getting. Then I look across the field to another team practicing–a group of girls that look like they might be in high school–they must think my girl–this one that I think looks so old now–is just a pee wee.
When did she learn to run like this? When did she learn to get knocked down and get right back up again without any tears? When did she learn to set her jaw and run for the goal like that? When has her smile ever been so big?
Meanwhile, for her sisters, the hour long practice time is losing its charm. So I've started packing entertainment (along with dinner for Dan and multiple water bottles). I've been bringing a little entertainment for myself as well–some stitching I've been creeping along on all winter.
Last night when the practice was over, I looked around me and realized how quickly we'd made this little space of grass look a lot like our home–traces of dinner and drinks, toys strewn about, discarded flip flops, a camera. It doesn't take us long to settle in. And make a mess.
The big excitement last night was the acquiring of the team jerseys. This is big, big stuff. They are royal blue and now the girls have been given the assignment to come up with a team name before their first big game on Saturday.
Emma had to ditch her idea to be Tigers, "since they're not blue", and is pondering her father's idea of "The Wave". But I'm sure she'd love to hear your ideas as well….She didn't like my idea–the Jellyfish. C'mon? What's wrong with that?