So, Taylor has expressed an interest in soccer since she saw her friend playing last spring. So, we found the cutest pair of pink cleats at a yard sale and I took that as a sign from God that she was supposed to play. Okay, that might sound a bit heretical (is that a word?), but I take pleasure in the small things in life.
She was able to play in a small soccer camp over the summer and had a blast. Her coach was from England so for the first few days she couldn't understand anything he said. By the end of the week, she had a blast. So we signed her up for a mini's league that plays right down the street from us every week.
She loves it and is only disappointed when she can't personally score a goal for her team. She's got her father's competitive spirit and also his inability to be a good spirited loser. So, after a few tears each week, she is finally able to have a good time. Although, her favorite thing about soccer is the snacks after each game!
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