You can always tell that winter is coming to an end in our house because hockey tends to follow closely behind. This is my oldest sons first year playing "true" hockey. Today will be his last day and it will be a bittersweet moment.
Our family is a hockey family...all of the boys play and enjoy it tremendously. I enjoy watching the game...the fluid motion of bodies gliding along the ice like geese on a lake. The extended stick and flicks of the wrist that lead to scores and cheers of joy...fist pumped up in the air. The knot in my stomach when my son is guarding the net and a puck tries to weasel it's way past him. The red cheeks and sweaty hair letting me know that he's had a good workout for the day. Eating popcorn in the stands with my little guy as we cheer together for his idol. These moments will be cherished. Today will be a bittersweet day!