We just had a weekend to forget. Not one of those weekends that you want to forget everything that happened. But instead one of those weekends that you forget any troubles, lose yourself in the moment, and know that life is grand.
Saturday morning (the beginning of Spring Break) starts early with a gorgeous sunny day and a 9:00am soccer game for the 6th grade Hot Tamales. Katelyn, aka Mustang, sprints down the field with the ball between her feet, juking player after player. She crosses the ball to her right for an assist! Coach Anna, aka Mom, cheers. With nary a win in the previous three seasons, the Hot Tamales go up 3-2 with this 7-0 rout. Nice that we're playing primarily 5th graders this year...we'll take any advantage we can get.
Ethan, aka Assistant Referee, is all business on the sidelines, pretending that he doesn't know us so that he can earn his $16/game fee even though the rules say that he's not supposed to ref for a game his family members are playing in. Complete objectivity and impartiality. Nice job, buddy.
With leftovers from the gigantic dinner from Olive Garden that the kind, kind folks of my employer (Telligent) provided Friday night (which prompts Katelyn to say "I am going to work at Telligent when I graduate."), we all drive down halfway to Houston to meet Josh's mom and the kids' cousin Llew, leaving the kids to hang out at Grammy and Papa's farm for several days. They love nothing more.
Julia spends the day/night with a good friend, so that leaves Josh and me to ourselves. Movies, good food, a nice hotel room, time alone, sleeping in as late as we want. He's feeling good this weekend, despite not sleeping terribly well without his special couch-cushion bed in the closet at home. A walk around the neighborhood, critiquing landscaping, creates a feeling of satisfaction as we look at the beautiful scene Josh has created in our own front yard. Another movie to lose ourselves in.
A weekend to forget.
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