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And so it begins...

Once again I find myself arranging ballerina buns and finding missing tap shoes. A new year of dance has begun and my girls could hardly contain their excitement.




The fun of pulling socks over shin guards is also here. The only difference is that it is now my sweet boy that is playing soccer. They can start at the age of 3 here and he was excited to play last year. But when he arrived for his first practice he balked and retreated to the safety of Mama's arms. He was barely 3 at the time and was even still in a pull-up so we really weren't surprised. This year, however, he was ready! Funny how they can seem so big at home and look so tiny on the field! He did quite well at his first practice though. I had no doubt he would. From the time he took his first steps he would grab a ball and dribble all over the yard. (Dribbling in soccer is when you see them lightly kick the ball to move it around the field. Very important skill as they must be capable of maintaining control over the ball.) I must admit to feeling very sentimental as it feels like yesterday that it was my oldest son I was watching at T-ball. My youngest could be his twin so it really brought it home.



My oldest daughter will still be playing soccer, too. This year the city league had her on a travel team that would have her gone on Saturdays and Sundays. She didn't feel right about missing church for soccer and when she realized she would also miss her baby brother's games, it was a no-brainer for her. As much as she loves it, she said no. Instead she will be playing for a private school that allows participation from homeschoolers. She will also be taking some elective classes there so she is very excited at how God has worked it out. God is faithful!

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