Overheard...

...at the second soccer game of the day:

Little Love (wailing as her eyes squint up at me through the glare of the late Texas afternoon sun):

Not another soccer game!

Ah, my Little Love, you were born into the wrong family. With a sports-crazed Mama who plays on her own soccer team and incessantly, from the sidelines, cheers on her children in their games, to a Dad who coaches every season, no matter what the sport. To an Auntie who is undoubtedly the best mid-fielder on her college team, known only b/c Mama makes you go to every. single. home game.To a Grandfather who tried out for the US Olympic soccer team back in the day and whose name is displayed proudly next to his still unbeaten records from 1968 at his alma mater. (That is my Dad in the picture)

Yes, my dearest Little Love, this is one aspect of your family that will just have to grow on you.

Game, on! (and lots of snacks for you, promise)

:)