Last night Jill and I, along with Jill’s parents, our daughter, her husband, and two of our grandkids, went to see Blake play soccer. It’s strange; we’ve been watching that kid play soccer since he was four. He’s now eighteen and in his senior year of high school. We don’t really know how many games we have left to cheer for him.

Blake is excellent at soccer. I don’t think I’m saying that just because I’m his dad. He is poetry in motion: finesse, skill, and a strategic sense of the field and the movements of teammates and the opposition that can’t be coached. Last night he had two assists and two goals in a win against the St. John XXIII Lions. It was a lot of fun.

I hope we’re still watching him play next year. Time will tell. It’s been a really, really fun ride.