Watching Josh play soccer for these past 18 years has been one of the biggest blessings of my life. I loved it so much because he was so passionate about the sport. For the longest time his passion bordered on obsession. He loved everything about it - the practices, the games, the coaches (mostly), but most importantly, his teammates. He loved the brotherhood that develops when playing year after year with the same group of teammates.
There was a year in Portland when soccer was pretty brutal and the high and lows (I would say more lows than highs) of collegiate soccer was gut wrenching, but the rest of our soccer experience was a beautiful thing.
It is hard to believe that that journey is now over. For so many years we were so invested in Josh's journey that now that it is over it seems a little bit surreal, but man, I am so glad for the ride it has been. Watching Josh play soccer was a huge gift. I am so thankful for the experience and the joy it brought not only Josh, but me too.
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| An empty field after the last home game. |
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| A week after this game was played this college campus was decimated by Hurricane Helene. |
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| Elizabeth was my trusty side-kick and attended every single one of Josh's games with me. Andy and Sarah came when work/school allowed them to. Bob came when he could too, but it was Elizabeth who would drive hours with me to attend an away game on an obscure Wednesday at 2 pm. |
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