Every time registration rolls around, I wonder if this will be the season when it starts to matter who wins, when they score in the wrong goal, and stop pausing in the game to make sure that their skinned-knee teammate is going to be okay.
This isn't that season.
Pure joy. They both scored goals this game. RJ scored one in the wrong goal, and you'd have thought he had won the playoffs.
Someday he'll wonder how he was ever this athletic. I think he's amazing, but I'm biased.
There is no better day in this boy's life than game day.
Even when mommy forgets the rule of the soccer fields: It's always 10 degrees colder, and the wind always blows about 20 mph harder. That is, it's cold.
But that didn't stop my boy.
Not even for a moment.
But, at the end of the day, what matters most? They have fun. These two are best buds. They check on each other when they fall. They celebrate each other's goals. For four year olds, they have a real understanding of real friendship that is remarkable.
GiGi cheered on her team.
And enjoyed some concessions from the mommy concession stand.
And, at the end of the day, they enjoyed the rain together.
It was just another day at the soccer fields--one of many, I'm sure. For now, I'm grateful that we don't remember who won; we don't care that RJ scored in the wrong goal; and the cheerleader wore Hello Kitty and pigtails.
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