How, then, do you explain our exuberance when M scored a goal in her very first soccer game, EVER? How do you explain the little victory dance her mother (aged all of 40 years) did in the end zone (I don't think soccer has an end zone. But I was down in that area.)? And how do you explain the happy feeling in our hearts when she did the very same thing today?
Well. We'll try to rope it in.
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Trying to do something, then succeeding in doing it. What's not to celebrate? I bet you would have felt just as happy had the other team scored ten goals and M's was the only one for her team. Soccer is great (except that it kills every Saturday morning for eight weeks every spring and fall).
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