I would have pictures of the other children in their soccer finery, but they would not stay still long enough for me to capture that moment. Fin is wearing my cousin Eric's jersey from circa 19...mumble cough cough grumble. Actually, I'm not sure but probably the 70's. He looked awfully cute, but quickly shed it in its fragile state for his new #42 jersey. He had a fine showing, for someone who had never played before, but didn't score a goal. He didn't seem too bothered and I hope it stays that way for a while.
Grace and her super buddy played with valiant effort. They are the crowning jewels on the team, if I may say so myself. They played an all boys team that had lots of experience, therefore making it hard for a young team to have many breaks. They played hard and are growing so in their abilities...it is a thing of beauty to watch. I just hate that I can't record every bit of the girls as they banter and give secret hand signals to each other. Such sweet memories...
Sarah had her first game in the bigger leagues...and her first since Kindergarten. Needless to say, we were anxious. And then, she was put in goal. Oh sweet mercy, please don't let my little pixie of a daughter get killed by a wild goal shot. Luckily for her and us, she was only one very wide shot on her watch. There was a break after which she was put in as center forward. Not sure why Coach Blair did that, but he is wiser than I. She had an assist with the second goal and held her own quite nicely. She was quite winded and started to run out of gas, but he kept her in and pushed her hard. We won.
I am proud of Fin, happy and proud. I am proud of Gracie, fast and powerful. I am proud of Sarah, small but mighty. It was a good day.
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