Today would have been a basketball practice. Three hours, some grueling, some not.

At some point this evening, Alex stopped and noticed. I reminded her that she does have volleyball going on and softball starts this week. She rolled her eyes (imagine that!) and informed me that they are so not the same.

I guess after six months of weekly practices (sometimes once a week, more often though it was up to three times a week) it must feel like a big hole in her world.

Don’t worry, Sweetie…. It’ll be back before you know it. In the meantime, let’s go mark off some lines along the driveway so you can keep doing those suicides!