That changed over this past year, and now neither son is active in organized sports. I miss it.
So imagine my delight a few weeks ago to see this photo of my granddaughter Iris just embarking on her sporting career. She just turned four, and she's all kitted out and taking over the pitch.
Imagine my further delight to receive this photo today of Iris and her best friend posing with their trophies. I believe these are participation trophies, but they couldn't be prouder or happier if they had won the World Cup.
I couldn't either. Nicely done, girls.
Isaiah and Jeremiah, eat your hearts out.