Soccer consumes our life in the spring. It makes Chris miss the girl’s bedtime about 5 nights a week, he has games or practice every Saturday and when he does finally get home at night, rather than help me out with chores he either goes straight to bed exhausted or checks scores online, returns emails, deals with parents or rehashes the day with his assistant coaches.
Soccer causes a lot of fights between us and usually makes me feel like second fiddle.
So most days I hate/loath/despise and curse the person that first created that black and white ball. But then comes a day when I get to watch an entire game without chasing the girls around the field, take a few photos and basically spend most of my time watching him coach. And it is on those days that I am reminded why I love this part of him.
I coached lacrosse for a few years and had the pleasure of coaching with (and against) some amazing coaches. But Chris is honestly the most gifted and talented coach I have ever known. Seeing him in his element just makes me love him that much more.
Of course this doesn’t mean I will never complain about him coming home so late again and I’m sure it won’t stop the arguing over his lack of housework and definitely won’t make me love doing dinner/bath/bed every night without his help… but it does remind me about one of the things I truly love about him… his passion for soccer and high school aged kids.
He has a gift and I couldn’t be more proud of him.
and a few more photos from today…
{we are the white team}
{one of our sitters, Mia}
{i love how it looks like she’s kicking that kid in the head!}
Tomorrow: Church, 11am photo shoot, 4pm photo shoot, 7pm meeting. Whew! So much for light duty!















