Our future teammates were on the field, throwing discs despite the drizzle.
The wind felt cold and it smelled of wet grass and soil steam.
My sister and I looked at each other with eyes filled with uncertainty and worry.
Without words, we knew what the other was thinking.
"What in the world are we getting ourselves into?"
Almost two years after...we are still playing the game...
still in the process of learning...
still feeling the frustrations that often come with intense competition...
still having the grandest time of our lives with the best teammates ever.
Why...you ask...am I so sentimental?
Because last Sunday, rains greeted the second day of this year's summer league.
The cold wind brought me back to that day when my sister and I first picked up a disc. :)Pin It Now!