FoH had his best {soccer} game yet : five goals — three he took from one end of the field to the goal.

Going into this game, I told myself:

Self! You are not allowed to take your phone to the game. Phone stays in the car. Your task is to do this thing called being present.\

It was painstakingly uncomfortable for the first two quarters. And then I settled in. And something miraculous happened.

I actually watched my son’s game. Watched. No video. No pictures. No frantically trying to capture moments that make me miss the moment at hand.

I was there — all me.

How good — how full that was and is, People.