We've just returned from a weekend away at a soccer tournament. B's team was selected, for the first time in a large number of years, to be the team that represented our area. (Because no one knows exactly how many years, we've taken to saying large or great. It isn't really an exaggeration and it makes it sound super awesome!)
The team did wonderfully! They won 2 out of 3 games. Even with that spectacular performance, due to the way the tournament pool was set-up, they didn't make it to the finals. And that successfully puts an official end to our soccer season. Whatever will we do without 5 days of practices and games between the two boys? Perhaps not live in the car quite so much? :)
The tournament was a revelation to hubby. One, he was able to see B play for the first time in 3 seasons. Second, that I scream, holler and generally cause a ruckus when we are playing. Normally, that may be pretty usual for any soccer mom (there, I said it!) but not so typical for me. Only a few short years ago I would get after hubby for hollering. Now I think I embarrass him. How the tides have turned!