Monday, September 19, 2011

Yesterday was a bad day.

It shouldn't have been- it was my daughter's first soccer game, my parents came to visit, I cleaned the house and everything should have been good. But I was depressed, so all I managed to do was mope, occasionally putting on a brave face.

There was a moment of pure joy as I watched my daughter run down the field, kicking the ball towards the goal. I'm so proud of her.

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