playing soccer in the snow on the first game of spring season.
fans honking from the car when we score because its too cold to get out.(thanks mom:)
but some things do change; like:
being so nervous you get ready at 3:30 (the game's not till 6:30)
not being able to run like you did in the pre-child years.
wondering if Braxton's hungry, instead of where the ball is.
waking up the next morning with achy hips.
Ahhh . . . the good ol days.
It's funny though.
I wouldnt go back.
(oh, and in case anyone wants to play . . . we're putting together a co-ed outdoor team. call or email me if you're intersested)