The warmth of summer still hangs in the air. My mind starts to twist around the idea of jackets, hot chocolate in thermoses, heaters cranked up in warming vehicles. Sprinting through darkening, chilled days to begin a warm meal for the coming players. Smiling sideline attendees reveling in our child's latest tackle, gain of yardage or perfect pass.
This year is different. No padded practitioners present here this year. No grass stained knees to scrub or sweaty shirts to help peel from clammy skin. I'm coming to terms with the change in seasons. I listen to the junior league teams warming up on the campus field below my neighborhood and can smile in remembrance. Life gives us what we need when we need it. Fall is welcome with open arms. in love. trish.