Every Monday I leave work at 3:30pm.
I drive across town, pass my house and turn right into the sculpted lands of the Pacesetter soccer fields.
I join my honey and Eli in watching Keegan gain soccer skills for the future.
Keegan’s time ends and Eli’s begins. My honey takes Keegan home to make dinner and I stay to watch another talent in the making.
For the 2nd week in a row the clouds creep overhead and cradle the sun tightly.
The breeze picks up just a little.
Suddenly 67° feels like the deep freeze.
And, for the 2nd week I sit atop my polyester blanket. This time at least I’m wearing socks and a fleece jacket.
I fail to walk to the parking lot to get the camper chair out of my car to get my ass of the cold ground.
I fail to bring one of the numerous fleece blankets from the pile in my basement to envelope my body and send a little warmth to my chattering bones.
I wonder for the 500th time why I encourage my children to play an outdoor sport that craves the crisp October and November air.
And then I see their smiling faces and their fancy moves. I see joy in their eyes whenever they want to show me all that they learned that session. I get tackled with loving hugs because I was able to make soccer again today.
My body still creaks and my bones still clickety-clack but my heart is warm. And I remember for the 501st time why I support them in something they love so much!