It was late spring when you first started soccer. The humidity and heat were both on the rise. I knew the ground where your team practices has no grass, but I was still shocked when you came home looking like this. I don't know how many light-colored shirts and soccer socks have been ruined. You don't come home with dirt all over your face much anymore, but legs and feet are another story. But you know what? You love it. You love playing soccer, you love being part of a team, you love the competitiveness and the camaraderie. And as long as you love it, I will keep on washing out the dirt stains. Love you my messy boy!As seen in the June Artisan Notebook. Thank you so much for looking!
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