Hunter's spring soccer season was a success - he had a blast playing and we had a blast watching the boy. That boy can run!
When
I was little I dreamed I could fly. I'd stand on our fireplace
hearth with a blanket spread wide behind me and jump into the air with
all the gusto I could muster. On occasion I was sure I'd actually flown
for a second or two. When I watch Hunter kick it into gear and take off down
the field, I feel that same thrill go up my spine that I felt flying off my
fireplace hearth as a little girl. Whee!
Thanks for the good times, Hunter. :)
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