Sage advice.
“We’re going on a walk whether you like it or not.”
Meanwhile, twenty minutes later, they’re both laughing and sprinting through the park.
Waiting out the tornadoes. (The power remained off for another three days.)
The cat did not want to pose for our holiday card.
Coming off the field as his team advanced to the semi-finals after playing keeper for the second half, my son says:
I didn’t let a single goal in. But, also, they didn’t really aim very well. So that helped me.
Driving past soccer fields and their bright lights on the way to evening practice…
A, from the back of the car…
Holy moly! The lights are flashing!
…
Wait, never mind. I’m just blinking too much.
Life has too many rules.
Dead last in my age group. But I finished 🏅
Some day, they’ll forget they were ever this age.
And if you’ll forgive me for stealing a line from Oliver Wood, watching my kids play feels like I’m shaking hands with time.
