They tossed and ran and tackled even though it was supposed to be tag.
Boys can't help it. They bump and fall and wrestle and look over at
me to make sure I'm looking. Of course I'm looking.
This is my team. The team I pray with.
The team I teach and disciple.
Daddy giving last minute advice on which way to run. Their eyes looking to
him. Wanting to know the way to run.
A daddy slowing down and playing
with all his kids.
Coop coming in for the flag..
(By the way, these flags were well the money.
It's always fun to play football with the right
equipment and the kids love putting these belts on.
It makes them feel official....)