Another Generation...

As pretty much everyone knows, my brother is/was a "soccer stud." He was so good, that at 5 years old, he was looked at as an Olympic hopeful. Throughout my life, I danced, played music, sang, and was a "girly girl." I attempted softball and basketball, and was never really that good, nor did it really interest me....and it doesn't help that I have NEVER been able to jump! I can leap...which is what we do in dance, and could do it fairly well, but even mentioning my name and jumping in the same sentence is enough to make my entire family ROAR with laughter. I spent many Saturdays (probably most all until I was in High School...and even then alot too!) watching my allstar brother perform something he was so amazingly skilled at..soccer. It became not only his love, but the love of our entire family...mostly because he kicked a** at it! When I found out I was having boys (not the girls I thought I'd have!) all I could hope for was more soccer days for me! We had our first indoor game for both the boys last night. Alot of running, kicking and pushing...and ofcourse clumping around the black and white ball. I've never really expressed to my brother that his love for soccer, became our family love, and ofcourse it started out with the foundation of love for each other in our family. And now, we are passing it on.