There is a nice, shady, little spot under a bridge along a river where the boys often go after soccer to throw rocks. I finally got to go to the spot that I've only heard heard of. It really was beautiful, but I think the kids see something different in it. The mossy rocks, the loose gravel, the opportunity to climb high structures (when mom's not there).
It was parents day at soccer so I got to go play on Drew's team, while Glenn played on Ian's. Afterward we went to the river and then to the grassy soccer fields in the park. Ian ran about the length of four full sized soccer fields without stopping. It was very impressive.
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