Watching her Daddy and brother kicking the ball around while having a valentine conversation with me (Yes we spend our Valentine hanging out at a park at dusk.) This is the way she look at us. She’s so full of life.
I noticed the way she kicked the ball around today and I’m considering putting her name down for soccer instead of ballet. She reminds me of the mini soccer me decades ago. I know if my brother or my parents saw the way she kicked the ball around today, it will take them back to those years in Vietnam when their little tomboy daughter/sister played street soccer with the boys in the neighbourhood.
