I once swore I'd never sign another kid up for soccer. And I meant it.
But Kaden asked nicely. And I'm a sucker.
And that is how I found myself cheering loudly at 8:30 am on a foggy Saturday morning. And, as much as I hate to admit it, it was pretty cool.
The little River man and I chatted on the sidelines, about cereal, balls, soccer, his siblings (he asks repeatedly where they are when they aren't with him), and cars.
I have to say, it was a wonderful way to start the weekend.