soccer.

The first practice was cold. I ran back to the car to find some earmuffs, but by the time I got back to the field, Reese had already boycotted the rest of the training for a cozy chair with a blanket and a friend. 

In days prior to her first soccer practice, I had to find shin guards and shoes that fit w her boot shoved inside. She argued about which pair she liked and then argued about wearing her boot at all. 

Soccer.

A right of passage for all kids in north texas, it seems, and one that I didn't know Reese would be able to experience. 

She hugged her friends, made new ones, and told me how she really only wants to play in games, not practice (lol). 

When Saturday at 1pm came around and her first game was in session, my heart felt like it was going to burst. She had her bright green jersey, matching unicorn soccer socks, hair in a legit ponytail. 

I watched as her friends would cheer her on, sometimes pausing to get the hair out of Reese's face with a gentle touch. I see how unconditionally caring children are - and how much they care about their friend, Reesey. I hope one day I can show her through stories and photos how absolutely loved she is.