On Thursday night, I watched my son score a game-winning goal at his soccer game. It was his first goal ever, and boy was he ecstatic. And then on Saturday morning, we watched him score another goal.
For the other team.
Although he denies that it was him. He claims he was trying to get the ball away from the goal. And I choose to believe him.
Our Easter was a good one, filled with wonderful worship and lots of sweets. Then we came home and ate fajitas and deviled eggs for Easter dinner. Hi, I live in Texas.
And now some photos for the grandparents and assorted others who may be interested:
Here is Tommy defending the ball from this apparently 11 year old girl:
Going for the goal...
Such joy. Such blurry, blurry joy.
Afterwards, I let took him out for ice cream and let him choose anything off the menu. Then we all made ourselves sick from eating so much. Fun times.
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