What I can share with you though are details…
We got up around 4:30 a.m. We got showered and ready, packed up the car, changed the carseat over from the Suburban (we only took one of the little guys), ate breakfast, hit the gas station, and took off down the freeway. An hour later we arrived at our tournament location. Memories of our first club season with her older sister began to swirl through my head as the sights and sounds of sixteen volleyball teams, four volleyball courts, team tables loaded with food, and herds of parents with fold-out chairs began to take over Willamette University. Let the games begin!
Dee Dee did pretty well. She had a lot of really great plays, surviving on her natural athletic instinct since she’s totally new to this level of the game. She had a few not-so-great plays too…but that’s not only to be expected, but embraced, as she uses these experiences to continue her growth into the phenomenal baller we all know she’s going to be! No one would know that she is one of the youngest athletes in the joint. Not when they catch a glimpse of her long and muscular frame, arms and legs for miles, and the power to back it all up with! She is so incredibly beautiful. I am so incredibly proud. I couldn’t wait for each new parent to ask me which of the players was mine…so I could announce with pride that the strong and lovely one in the middle-front, yes, she is mine!
I love you Dee Dee! You did a great job today. You picked up some more skills and a little more endurance for these very long tournament weekends. Keep up the good work, Baller!
