I’m sitting in my car, looking over 25 acres of soccer fields where my son is practicing a sport he loves. I have the windows down, inviting in a little breeze and the sounds of kids and early teens running after a checkered ball. After practice, we’ll go home, eat some dinner, put the garbage cans on the street, watch a little TV, then go to bed.
Every Day is Thanksgiving
Every Day is Thanksgiving
Every Day is Thanksgiving
I’m sitting in my car, looking over 25 acres of soccer fields where my son is practicing a sport he loves. I have the windows down, inviting in a little breeze and the sounds of kids and early teens running after a checkered ball. After practice, we’ll go home, eat some dinner, put the garbage cans on the street, watch a little TV, then go to bed.