Our daughter, just starting out, was amongst the littlest players who all looked as though they were being eaten by their giant t-shirts. Some of the parents tried to compensate by tying the shirts up in the front, side or back, or rolling up the sleeves until they resembled something that fit.
This week her aunt and grandparents were on the sidelines. Her already short attention span went down to nil shortly thereafter. Although, I think the freezies handed out at break may have contributed. Often, she can be seen doing somersaults in the field or gazing off at some other action, but that's to be expected at her age. I do know she's excited to go back to our homeschool gymnastics so perhaps she's just getting in some early practice. It was nice to hear the voices of our daughter's new friends calling out to say goodbye at the end of the day.
As we packed up to leave I noticed a lovely landscape at the opposite end of the soccer field. It reminds me of why small towns are so wonderful-you're never too far from the country.
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