It’s been a while since we had any sports in the front yard. Lately, though, the Boy has been asking to head out to play soccer in the front yard a little. With the time change, this is likely to increase — at least I hope so.
It, too, will be gone before we know it.
Today was such lovely weather that we knew we had to head to our favorite park for a walk. The plan was to head out after lunch. It would just be K, E, and I because L was out all day, working and completing various obligations.
It’s just the three of us more and more often, which is understandable: the Girl is about to finish her junior year of high school, and she’s increasingly independent. She’s always been independent, but with a car, a job, and social life, K and I sometimes worry that she might be a little too independent.
Just before lunch, though, plans changed: E’s close friend invited him over for the afternoon.
“So I guess it’s just the two of us,” K said.
We’re used to that, in theory, but we’ve been a four of us for so long that it’s a distant memory more than anything else.
A distant memory that’s becoming an ever-nearing future.
After the walk, K and I spend some time in the yard. She trimmed the roses and hedges; I mowed the lawn for the first time this year.
All in all, a perfect little Sunday.
K talked with Babcia again.
The Boy had another soccer game, which they won 6-2.
And spring is everywhere.
Still out for the count…
to say I’m sick and go to bed?
The girls spent the weekend in Orlando at the — guess! You’ll never guess — Sunshine Qualifier volleyball tournament, and K was sending me pictures the whole time, but I neglected to post them here.
“This might be the last time you’re here,” L told K when K was talking about all the food options there, “so enjoy it!”
Last time K is there? Well, I am taking her to Nationals in Orlando in June, but what about next year?
Truth be told, this might very well be the last club season for us. If L doesn’t get a volleyball-based scholarship, there will be very little motivation to spend the time and money next year. Does this mean she’s giving up on her dream? Not really—academic scholarships have always been more likely (the girl is ranked 11 in a class of 400+ students) and she’s never experienced anything other than success in school. I think her lowest grade of high school is a 94 or 95.
A 2-0 win, so now the team is 1-1-1.
