Tonight I’m supposed to be writing an obituary. Which technically I’ve only done for chickens— Rest in peace Chicken Sando, Death Destroyer, Chicken Nugget, and Princess Fucillo. Gosh, I’ve had more practice than I’d care to admit. We really are good chicken parents. But yes, I’m dragging my feet and watching Ted Lasso with Jacob instead. Fútbol is life. The universe has driven a Mack truck through my heart and I intend to wedge a size 5 soccer ball into that hole.
On Friday afternoon we went down to Avila for a pick-up game of beach soccer. Coach knows exactly what Nate needs. While Jacob and Nate played, I had the perfect mini visit with my longest time friend, Jamie A. Yeah, she got the better initial. I’m Jaimie P. You can imagine how that went in grade school…
Jamie’s littlest son, Oliver, held his hamburger without eating eat. Her eldest son, Jack, shook Jake’s hand and was wearing pajama pants. They gave us delectable Meyer lemon bars, candy cane art, and a box of relaxation. We scored front row parking spots, had a ghost pepper chip challenge, and competitive thumb wars. The weather was perfect.
There was a moment when I felt her looking across the beach and seeing us. Seeing our life. Our community. Who are all these boys and parents and dogs?
This is our soccer family. Isn’t it great?
Soccer is life…Cruz was bummed he missed beach soccer! Wish you were here, there are plenty perfect soccer beaches. For Jake and Jax there is a girls volleyball team that has been practicing on the beach every day. So far Jax is too shy to join?