Soccer Saturday. And these are the little men on the Wasps. Today, they played the Dragonflies.
The reason we are here on the damp, grassy field with cleats and water bottles and sunscreen quickly fades from my present memory. Before I know it, I am lost in the familiar trance--the spell of watching someone I love so much...watching his every step fall, his delight in his dancing feet, the swinging of his arms, his dark curls.
It is only day one of soccer, his first "team" sport--his first team day.
And I feel like I've been here a hundred times before--loving this boy as strong as the springtime sun. Loving him down to his sole(s). And watching those curls unfurl.
