At her last game, she got the ball, did a beautiful post move, made the basket and was fouled. As she walked to the free throw line, she looked right up at her dad in the stands and pointed to him with a huge grin. I looked at him and he was beaming back at her, then he said to me, "We practiced that move over and over."
It was the coolest moment. I was so proud of her for executing what she'd practiced and for inviting her dad to share in the joy.
Oh, and she made the free throw, too.
2 comments:
I love it.
Ahh, so sweet.
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