After two seasons of watching his older brother play soccer, Robert finally had his first game. He was counting down the days to the game and had his water bottle ready to go four days early. It was so fun to watch him play. He ran with the mob, getting his foot to the ball here and there, all the while wearing a giant smile across his happy face. James loved "coaching" from the side line and was about as excited for Robert as Robert was for himself. (My pictures are horrible. The lighting in the field house where they play is terrible. You get the idea, though.)
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